कौन हूँ मैं और मुझे खुद की ही क्यों तलाश है
कभी तो ये लगता मानो के चारो ओर प्रकाश है

इक पल में अँधेरा छा जाता है आँखों के आगे
यूँ लगता के मानो जीवन मेरा मुझसे हताश है

कभी लगे ज़िन्दगी हरी भरी जैसे वृक्ष पलाश है
कभी लगे जैसे कोई कर रहा मुझपे नक़्क़ाश है

खेल रहा कुछ ऐसे मुझसे मेरा दिल और दिमाग
कभी लगे के जैसे जीवात्मा ही मेरी निष्प्रकाश है

कभी किसी ने जकड़ा मुझे कह के ये प्रेम पाश है
जैसे की जकडा हो प्रभु राम को ये वो नाग पाश है

सब भूल के यूँ उड़ान भर तू आसमान में "ऋतु"
गम के बादल फिर से छठेँगे तू क्यों होती निराश है...— % &

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Sitting on a skull like throne.
A heavy crown on my head.
Sinners as slaves and
fancy masquerade.
For I am most well known,
As your Queen of hell.
So bow down.
And watch as I achieve my
evil deeds.
For I am your queen on
the throne.
With a heavy crown and
a purple gown.
And flaming eyes.
And sinful words.
That just maybe your demise.
Satan may be a king.
But a king is no match.
For a powerful Queen as I.....

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Sometimes, no matter
How good you are,
How helpful you are,
How caring you are,
How kind you are,
No matter what you do,
It just isn't enough for some people.
They always want more from you.
If there's nothing left in you,
they'll just say you weren't worth it .
When in reality, it is them who aren't.
Worth your time,
Worth your efforts,
Worth your kindness,
Worth your love,
They aren't worth it for YOU.

You deserve so much better and the universe will give it to you.

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Dear Self,

And when you
have a chance
to be kind,
I hope you start
with yourself...

With love,
Self.

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I stood near the water's edge,
Staring at the waves hitting the shores.
The sun shining down on the river.

My heart overwhelmed with fear.
I knew this was it.
Maybe I should jump.
Then all the anxiety will disappear.

I won't have to worry
About those exams
I have to pass so desperately.
About those expectations
I have to meet.
I won't have to feel the pain.
Everyday.

It would all end.
The anxiety
Building in my mind.
In one second
if only I did jump.....

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She is sad.
She is hurt.
She is dying.
She is lonely.
She is a mess.
She is judged.
She is ignored.
She is anxious.
She is stressed.
She is confused.
She is fucked up.
She is misunderstood.
She is breaking but won't show it.
She is screaming inside but
is silent on the outside.
She is in pain but is still smiling.
She is Me......

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We expect roses to smell aromatic, yet the petals fall of if not watered.

We expect snow to transform ugly ground into ice castle, yet excess of this causes glycine damage if not removed.

We expect nightingale (Luscinia) to sing mellow songs at dawn,yet with shorter lifespan they're being caged.

We expect river to flow endlessly and sustain species,yet gets polluted by biped (us).

We expect people to be like us, live for us, ameliorate their self for us; yet mistreating them like slaves, we lose them forever.

[ It all needs our courtesy, to treat things or bodies good at the right time so that it won't hurt us in future. If we expect, we should pay heed and adore them. Eventually our expectations will pay off.]

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In that little icecream parlour,
I was shaking with nervousness and you were trying to calm me. The moment you said, " hey,it's fine. It's just me and you...." And took me in your arms giving all the warmth. That day I fell in love with you all again......

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"THE DEAD PETAL"

I gave the plant water,
It continued to die.
It gave me love.
I still felt dead.
I gave the plant sunlight,
It wasn't anymore alive.
It gave me everything I wanted.
I still didn't feel alive.
The last petal fell.
As I lay in my grave.
Feeling the most alive I have felt in forever.
I lay with my dead plant.
We're finally happy.
It was finally over.
I was a petal.....

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Neither a celebrity nor a superstar,
My inspiration is a common person
whose daily life is no less than a war.
Becoming happy at small things,
He's an angel without wings.
Very Frank and clear.
For that angel everyone is dear.

With extraordinary love for adventure.
With lots of lessons to teach,
Every sentence of his sounds like a saint's preach.

Knowledge of his subject seemingly vast,
He provided many lives their mast.
In a life full of highs and lows.
Problems after problem in a row.
You and me would collapse in tears,
But laughter is what from his mouth
you hear.
Always.

Neither a saint, nor a god, nor a preacher.
My inspiration is my extraordinary teacher.....

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