There's a wound I don't complain of any more. The one pinned me with pain severely. It has become numb as if it never existed. The wound that refused to ceasefire hurting me has now become still. I remember how the words of a stranger would make it bleed. I remember how hard it was to stop it from bleeding. And now when it actually stopped hurting me, I'm afraid it would heal. It would remain as a scar and I would get lost in life and forget its existence. But isn't that a good thing? Or maybe I'm just too afraid to be hurt again. That's the reason I don't want to heal. And so, before the world I sprinkle the salt on my wounds to make them alive, to make them bleed in pain. The wound I don't complain of any more is in pain, yet again.

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Na tere aane ki khushi,
Na tere jane ka gham hota hai.

Hamne tere intezaar me pal ithne hai kate,
Ki ab toh tere aane par hame gham hota hai.

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to not be able to voice out your feelings.

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We'd be trying to escape from a place,
but every time we try, there would be someone always to remind us of OUR place.

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Zindagi ne badli karwat kuch is tarah,
hamne khud se pehle dusro ke liye jeena sikh liya.

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be kept safe and secured.
Putting out the blunt piece
isn't the smart move.
But erasing it, that's the worst move.

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I have lost many in the way.
But there are a few, who still care.

Isn't life all about keeping those few and moving on?

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I feel good,
I write good.
I feel bad,
I write the best.

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वक्त के पहलु ने किया ये वार,
न दवा न दुआ भरपाई ये घाव।
बीते कल में कई ऐसो को छोड आयी,
कि उनसे मुलाकात हो अगर तो,
मुस्कुराने की वजह मैं भूल आयी।

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