Ummeedon pe duniya khayam hai,
Kab tak jiyenge, allah فاعل (faa-il) hai...
Kabhi socha bhi tha ki?!
Aj hum is tarah likh rahe hote....

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I'm evolving
Today to tomorrow
From yesterday.

From the person
I used to be
To the person
I want to be .

Just as the generations
Pass by the ages ,
Leaving a trace of
Their life for
The future to come .

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I'm flowing with the time
A river of thoughts to call mine.
And I end up coming back
Every now and then,
With letters  in glass bottles
Hoping somebody would read them
Far apart , a friend to find .
Let the waves bring you
My poems and peace of mind.

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I've evolved
In colors and shapes .
I've grown
In cracks and crevices .
They tried to uproot me
In land and water,
But they forgot
I'm in the air they breathe
And in the smoke they blast.
I'm alive in the hearts
That beat for love.
I'm in the blood
That rushes in the veins .
I'm inevitable.
Be it a small dot ,
But I do exist in
Your heart too .

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The weather's pretty
Just as her mind
Cloudy now , rainy later.
The sky , a vessel
Like her heart
Holds it all within .
With a combination
Of pure and pious
She appreciates her
cracks and thunders ,
Astonishing eyes
And lips that speak,
Some of her might
Some of her plight .

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It's beautiful
How words come
Only when they want.

The more I try
To free them
From my prison,
The more they
Play hide and seek.

I can't believe
I'm writing about
Not even being
Able to write.

Did I pressurize
Them too much
To fit in my expectations
And to please the
Worlds eyes ?

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We breathe
the same air
But have
different views .

We smell
the same mist
But with
different clues .

We are
made of sand
But of
different colours.

We deserve
to be simple
But that's how
we lose a smile
Running behind
Complex miles.

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My future thoughts
Sometimes pour
Like the unseasonal rain
In my brain
Mixing mud puddles
On a dry charcoal road
Wetting surfaces and
Cutting down electric power
Spoiling my happy mood
Into tangled wires on
The tree branch

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As I flip these pages
With words
Kept on them ,
I seek
To surprise myself
On random days,
To inspire me
From me .

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With the ashes
buried in soil
Of their deceased
Bombarded with fire
Their tears water grief
With hope in humanity
Their voices still bloom

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