You create poem, you create a piece of art, you paint that art, you become a painter, but still you never created what's within you, you never painted what's within you... You remained as ugly as others, Nothing changed.
If that piece of art that want to create with a message to world doesn't even change what's inside you, Nothing is going to change!!! Pain in the face, frustration within yourself.
Create a art that create what's within you.

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we are always looking for that niche, where we can settle down and sleep, and once you fi nd a niche and it gets too sweet and comfortable, then you do not have the courage to step out and once again make the journey.

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Let me find myself so I can see you as you.

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सती ढूंढने से पहले मै खुद शिव बन जाऊ तो।
तुम सीता तो बन जाओगी क्या राम मै बन पाऊंगा। राधा जैसी है प्रेम ये तेरी, क्या कृष्ण मै बन जाऊंगा।
तुझे मिलने से पहले क्या मै खुद से मिल पाऊंगा।
था प्रेम तब मै तुम कहा, अब मै तुम में ये प्रेम कहा।

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Fed up long ago from this cycle, an endless cycle.
Then I realised oh dear, it's a cycle!!
What's goes, comes around.
So does it means? 'Nothing' happened at all!!
So nothing again, why I see everywhere it's again and again...

Ahh, so it's nothing and just gathering something, when in mother womb started with nothing,
Gathered something little and little from nothing!!
Come out of there gathered again something, some names, some responsibility, some tags , some fame, some relations!! So all illusion!!

Death is there, to take every bit something to turn us again into nothing!!
I looked up there, there was nothing,
Looked down there there was nothing!!
So what is this nothing? Matter, how can it be then it will be something,
An emotion so no dear, again it will be something, so

Oh, energy!! Just keep changing from something to nothing and nothing to something but never lose its nothingness!!

Hmm, may be, you think so?
I don't know, should I know?
But if I will know it through this mind, it will again turn into something?

Oh, I see. That' why journey is beautiful than destination!!.
That' why

What do you think? Yeah, you!! What do you think!! No!! What do you feel!!!
Nothing

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What do you see here!!?

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I get high. But not on smoke and drinks.
Not on weed and not on LSD.
I GET HIGH ON LIFE. MY THOUGHTS AND MY EMOTIONS. MY FEELINGS AND ON MY ENERGIES.

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There is always a feeling, it's not my home.
It's not where I belong.
There was a time when I needed a hug badly,
A hug that can say Don't worry I'm with you my, baby.
It's tough when you are not close to anyone, not your parents not your family.

How are you doing?
Mast, ek number bole to bindas,
I kept answering.
I thought, we all feel this , normal', nothing to think!

Thoughts went Wilder, a hand on smoke,
Lost again,
On dear is that what you hoped for?

Days kept passing, felt like years,
Room locked, a rope and hands on my chair,
Lost again,
What will they say? I was weak.
Will they consider me, as a freak?

Again a gasp, it's morning now, tears again broke the bridge,
Shoulder were heavy, chest was brusting, again full tears,
I said, a little longer, please hold yourself dear!!!

Lost all my energy, energy to face,
Tired of flogging this dead horse race!!

Eyes kept turning dark, darker than night, they thought it's dark circles nothing to think about!!!

On my bed, no classes no friends, in a new city lost in my own ways,
Eating, sleeping, like now nothing left!!!

Fuck this world, fuck you!! Fuck this guy and fuck that kind you!!!
I became this!!!

In caption!!!

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My pillow, she knows my tears more than my head.

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I was in my bathroom looking at the tap.
One drop, came out of it and said
" Isn't it beautiful how we make ourselves"
Collecting everything, from every corner and make a self!!
Then it hit the ground and all dead.
A splash, one drop just into million of drops.
I wonder what she meant,
Then I realised oh it's me!!
I'm collecting so many things, and just when I hit the ground everything will be me...
Ground is death.

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