Be the Sun to light the world,
be the Moon to find beauty in scars,

Be the Earth to add on to life,
be the Star of someone's heart.

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It's good to believe in the theory of parallel universe because it makes everything possible, which means, somewhere, we are still together.

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Wish to just sit back with you in Death valley to see the brightest star with my brightest star.

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कुछ लोग कहते हैं माहौल बिगाड़ता हूं मैं,
कुछ कहते हैं कभी - कभी पागल सा हो जाता हूं मैं,
मै किन शब्दों में बयां करूं,
यकीन मानो खुश होना चाहता हूं मैं।

मैं छुपा लूंगा अगर पूछोगे मुझसे,
मैं हस दुंगा अगर रूठोगे मुझसे,
मुझे पता है मैं लायक नहीं तुम्हारे,
मै एक और खो दुंगा अगर तुम जुदा होगे मुझसे।

रब से मैंने लड़कर देख लिया,
दिन अपना बदल कर देख लिया,
तुम बात करते हो काम पर ध्यान देने की
मैंने तो जैसे सूरज में अपना हाथ सेक लिया।

तो अब तुम ही बता दो क्या बात मेरी सही है,
दिन बदलते हैं सौ यहां मगर रात अब भी वही है,
जब छोड़ चला जाऊंगा दुनिया मैं, क्या तब ही पूछोगे तुम,
आखिर वो अब साथ क्यों नहीं है?

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आदतों से मेरी डरता हूं मैं,
इन उजालों में भी अंधेरों से लड़ता हूं मैं।
किससे के दूं अपनी कहानी,
बिन बात अपनों पर ही बरस पड़ता हूं मैं।

मैं उलझा हुआ हूं सुलझी बातों में,
डूबा हुआ हूं उथले पानी में,
समझा दूं तुम्हे अगर तुम समझना चाहो तो,
कैसे बेहका हुआ हूं सीधी राहों में।

कभी सोचूं बहलाने का खुदको अगर,
मैं शांत कमरे में भी रहता हूं बेसबर,
आंखें खुली हो, तब भी
वहीं आता है नज़र।

नींदों से मेरा नाता गहरा है,
कभी सुकून तो कभी भयानक चेहरा है,
सपनों की बात मुझसे न करो तो ही सही,
वहां तो ज़ंजीरों ने मुझे जकड़ा है।

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The society will tell you, "If you don't know the truth, then don't question the lie."

Whereas the reality is, "In order to know the truth you have to question the lie."

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We tend to justify our feelings to the one doesn't care.

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Taking a long way to home, I realised,
pain is your better half, but happiness is your choice.

We make decisions in our life,
which makes our heart ache,
more and more, day by day,
we lose our smile.
That's what makes us strong,
and that's what tells us how to revive.

Some small happiness fades away,
when we recall our past,
leaving some tears in our eyes,
and some regrets at last.

Lets keep them aside and accept,
pain will always be our better half,
and happiness will always be our choice.

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Calling out his name,
my voice stuck inside,
no matter how much I try,
but it surely didn't rise.

I see him going forward,
far away from me.
His step sound sad,
but not enough to be.

I opened my eyes,
I saw darkness around,
no one was going far away,
and to no one I was bound.

They call them the nightmares,
I call them instincts,
because you don't know what a writer go through,
just, what a beautiful story, you think.

Clenching my fists and
holding my eyelids down,
I still wanted this dream to end happily,
before it drowns.

Finally when I came back to reality,
I wanted to keep him in my heart,
and so I held my diary and the pen
and tried to describe it so hard.

I read the part again and again,
thinking this is not what I want to feel.
It took no me time but memories,
just a few minutes and the dream was revealed.

Being a storyteller
is not so bright,
not all flowers require sun,
some blossom at night.

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This morning was cloudy and the weather was moist.
Her favourite occurance was rain in which she always rejoiced.

But this day was different, she was at peace and calm.
And rest all other people in the room feel harmed.

They embellished the wooden box with white lilies and roses,
he remembered her tucking one of those in her hair,
and clicking pictures of her while she poses.

Her mother kept their picture with her widest of smiles,
he just turned around to see beneath the tree if it still resides.

He keeps looking backwards as the main line heard her favourite song,
for she always promised when she left the door, that it wouldn't be too long.

And when they reached the place to conceal her into the earth.
He remembered the moments when she laid on his lap thinking if it was worth.

He sat in front of her for the last time,
looking up to the sky asking god, “can she again be mine”.

As the sun came out of its cloudy covers,
he places his palm on her eyes, as do all the lovers.

Her mother asked him what he was doing for everyone gazed at him in surprise.
He just answered, “she doesn't like when the sun scratches her eyes”.

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