I would understand,
suffocation is not just about breath.

It's about everyday,
when I wake up without an ikigai.
When I feel I don't belong in my skin.
When I just tell myself positive quotes to get through.
When I know it will be okay-
And I hang on,
to that hope.
Not knowing, when it hangs up on me,
and I am hung, choking;
Yearning once again,
to restart.

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Can I please pick a twig,
and put in in my own hair,
as I sit on my sofa to write?

Is warmth in my hands,
the love, and not burns;
and my feet not tied?

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Carry my arms in yours,
for hopeless like me,
doesn't dream dreams alone.

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I'm living in ironies

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Wo jaane pyaala tera bada Kitna,
kitna tera bhagya;
jyada de, baahar beh na jaye,
esa radha rani charan vaas.

Krupa meri sarkar ki,
darshan ki darkaar,
nain moondu wo dikhe,
nain kholu, unki aas.

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Meine do taare tut te dekhe h

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Wo jaam bhi kya jaam hotey,
jo tere khone pe nahi,
tere sath hone pe peete.
Par shyd har baar wo raate aati nahi,
aur jaam kabhi aasu bhi hote h,
har baar teri aakhein nahi.

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If it's about love,
I would skid a little-
either am too harsh at brakes,
or too late.
And here I am over the roads lying,
wishing someone did tell me how to drive right.
.
.
.
Only if there were any correct ways to pedal and fall.

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My thoughts are kerosene, every waking is like a spark of flame, it's difficult to stay conscious as difficult as to fall asleep.

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What makes you cry?
Helplessness and pureness.

Being so different, yet so similar.

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