It is easier to lie,
It is easier to smile,
It is easier to deceive.
It's not a hard choice.
Little white lies, saving me from misery,
Just a bright fake smile to help escape the treachery.
That doesn't sound okay,
Maybe this is worth a fight,
Let me show my true face,
Shouldn't that be alright?
I guess you forgot my dear,
Just remember that awful day
The last time you faced your fears,
Now quiet down and don't go astray.
But what if once again I try,
It could be different this time.
I won't let things will go awry,
Everything would be just fine.
Unless, I'm rejected again,
Shot down and silenced.
My wings bound with a chain,
Just for being honest, hence, defiant.
Maybe It is easier to lie,
Maybe It is easier to smile,
Maybe It is easier to deceive.

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Zindagi ki Kashmakash se kuch sawaal h mere,
Unhi dil m base sawaalon ka jawaab chahti hu.
Bahot dil dukhaya hai iss zindagi ne,
Ab un tanhaiyon ka hissab chahti hu.
Jazbaaton Mei jakde paro ko dekh puchte h log,
Zanjeerien toh hai magar inme udaan kyu nahi hai?
Kehne ko toh zindagi hai magar,
Is zindagi mei jaan kyu nahi hai?
Socha tha kuch acha hi hoga,
Toh phir ache ka ehsaas kyu nahi hai,
Sach Bata ae zindagi,
Mere inn sawaalo ka jawaab kyu nahi hai?

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It was gentle to begin with.
Fingertips, once hardened by labor of responsibility,
Caressing the soft flesh like it was a feather,
Far too delicate to bear anything more than a little pressure.
The eyes that were ones sunken with darkness around
Were full of light as if it had never known what tears were.
But passion is delicate, hanging in the balance
A harmony between sanity and madness.
And the scales had slowly tipped.
The mere touch of fingertips is now
A stronghold leaving behind scars.
The eyes were now full of impatience and insecurity.
All control had been lost.
The touch that was once delicate as a feather
That touch was now mere destruction.

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Kaash aap hote,
Toh m aj aise maayus na hoti.
Kaash aap hote,
Toh m aj aise khaamosh na hoti.
Kaash aap hote,
Toh m aj aise akelepan m fasi na hoti.
Khair agar aap hote,
Toh m aj shyd itni himmati bhi na hoti.
Agar aap hote,
Toh m aj bhi duniye se utni hi anjaan hoti.
Agar aap hote,
Toh m aj ek mazbut insaan na hoti.

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Log use kehte Hai
Pehle ki trah baat nahi karti
Milti toh ho magar
Us tarah hath nahi pakadti
Log use kehte Hai
Pehle ki trah baat nahi karti
Milti toh ho magar
Us tarah hath nahi pakadti
Thak Gayi ab woh
Yeh samjhate samjhate
Tooti himmat toh Hai magar
Uss toote honsle ka ikraar nahi krti

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Tutte dil nu ronde lok kayi vekhe,
Jad dilbar aap khoya te Pata lgga.
Dosti layi khonde lok kayi vekhe,
Bharavan warga yaar khoya te Pata lagga.
Zimewariyan dhonde lok kayi vekhe,
Bojh jado eh aap dhoya te Pata lgga.
Zindagi de safar ch turde kayi vekhe,
Eh tajurba jado aap hoya te Pata lgga.
Suneya c tu bahut parakhda ae,
Mere Khuda,
Imteehaan jado khud da hoya te Pata lgga.

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No one told me how hard this will be
There are moments I regret being born,
The turmoil inside me takes a daily toll
Like a rose that never embraced its thorn.
I found myself fighting my demons
Either I lose or I escape into the night,
There was a clear victory to their side
After all I brought knife to a gun fight.
Still through the darkness, I struggle to hold on
Trying to look on the bright side,
Hoping maybe I just read the room all wrong
And yet there's no light in my sight.
No one told me how hard this will be
Nor did anyone send me a memo of what to learn,
Yet this life is as beautiful in its misery as it can be
And all I know is, I get what I can earn.

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The funniest thing about loss is that it makes you feel your weakest while making you stronger.

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I see the world falling apart
I feel it fade to dust
I see the days turn darker
I feel the dawn changing to dusk
I see them spill their hatred
I feel every bit of their disgust
I see them weep for years
I feel the depth of their cuts
I see how they blame it on me
I feel their pain in my guts
I see how they fear my arrival
I feel they find my arrivals unjust
For I am the angel of death, love,
But I can't afford to catch rust

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The new feathers are coming in
They are no longer pitch black
There's a shade of sparkling brilliant blue
With a dash of gold on the back.
The wings have started to heal
They are no longer oozing with blood
I still have those gruesome scars
But now they are memories beloved.
I had wounded wings for a while
My feathers broken and ruffled
For days I stood there bleeding
Hurt, confused and puzzled.
Now it's all passed
Brighter days are here
While I begin to heal and recover
I'll be stronger, I swear.

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