कुछ नफरतें घर की दीवार मैं कैद होती हैं
और बेटियों की मुस्कराहट इन्हें इज़्ज़त का नाम देती है।

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His eyes, while doing her hair
In front of a mirror
She could see the lust, love
and a myriad of emotions
She looked down as it was too much
He forced her to make an eye contact
And she could see her soul reflected
She could see herself through his eyes
In a new light

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And she thought it was perfect
She could be totally vulnerable
Until she realized every person has limitations.
And her expectations were too high
So, she got back into her boundaries
Wore her armour of smile again.
Lower her expectations and
now it was perfect.

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Betrayal your mind screamed
But you love them
You heart whispered
Our love will conquer
You put on a faced, thinking it was okay
It became a loop
Your soul shattered
Your mind kept on screaming
But your poor heart
It held on that hope
With time that too changed,
That screamed,thrashed, cried
And than someone came along
Held your heart, healed it
And his your healed heart screamed
For one along with your soul and mind
Betrayal your heart screamed

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काश नफ़रतों और मोहब्बतों के पैमाने
किसने कितना किया उससे नापे जाते
तो यूँ कितने दिलो के फिजूल आंसू
ना बहाये जाते

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Oh but the care is there
Oh but the love is there
Oh but you never want to listen
And she closed her eyes
In scorching pain she opened them
Looking for the care,maybe it was there
Somewhere, may be her emotions were valid.
But when she held one hand to be held the hand that was supposed to guide her
Was not there she guided and reached her destination at that point
The hand that was supposed to guide her slapped her, dragged her down how dare she reach here all by herself.
She reached towards other hand, the hands she trusted blindly, the faith that was utterly there,the bond which was there but when she chose her path
That hand did not make a slapping sound but pushed her down the abyss and
With abyss, with betrayals when she asked the question like why and how
All she received was
Oh but the care is there
Oh but the love is there
Oh but you never want to listen

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When you finally think it's your time to write, happy cheesy romantic thoughts or quit writing
God goes like boom here is your content write it

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A brewing hatred because she dared to love
A brewing anger because she dared to think
A brewing hatred because she dared to dream
And she couldn't bear the burn, she let herself die
Instead of altar she just chose death
And even after that, a brewing hatred not because she died but because she dared to die for her happiness

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Feeling unloved,a bit broken
Tear stricken she looked everywhere
She looked at the hands,
tried to hold them
Those were the hands of people
Who were supposed to love her unconditionally
Who were supposed to be her strength
But all they did was break her, until she was lost
And all she could do was rant in the poems in hope of getting understood and feeling love.
But there she is feeling unloved

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Your eyes with unspoken promises
My heart hammering thinking about those

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