It's still worth a try loving out of capacity
It's still worth a try living even in the catastrophe

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तेरा ज़िक्र न होगा लेकिन
सूरज की काया पिघल जाएगी
और बादल भी बरसेगा रिमझिम
यादों में झलकेंगी आहट तेरी
लौटना ना होगा तेरा लेकिन
आज भी शाम गुज़र जाएगी
पर एक लम्हा भी ना गुजरेगा तुझ बिन

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So can I ask my heart of it's desires?
What if it wants to stop a moment
and run a little more higher?
And can I ask my soul to crave for more?
What if it wants to witness
the sun burning through it's core?




So I better put my heart to sleep
and I better let my soul to rest
For neither can I make a moment to stop
nor I can witness a sun's burning chest

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I weaved a bed of grass
Saw the time slipping in hour glass

Invited squirrels to dance
Pinned some stars to glance

I built the boundary of woods
Went out to search the lost childhood

Next I paved path for a river
Scrached the ice to make my mirror

Hunged the moon up very high
Added a little bit of sky

Then I fixed the window frames
To let the wind take away my dreams

At last I borrowed a few clouds
So they could cover me as my shroud

~deadsoul

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Even though I keep running away
Still you keep chasing after...
I really hope you'll stop me one day
~the restrain.

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Tiptoed I opened and saw a muddy floor. All alone then I entered a strange place;found a pair of shoes, pink coloured with wet lace. I saw the windows with thick french glass...On the dressing table was lying the jewelery all made of brass.The taps were all open and ceilings were all green;Something suddenly creeped ,and then I saw a screen...A picture of a baby girl sleeping in her cradle, crying and giggling I heard someone babble!! Then I Spotted a porcelain vase...painted white with some work of glass. Then to my surprise I saw my name written with sulfur cream...and suddenly with a sharp beat of my heart I woke up from my dream,
Hush!! I realised and took a deep breath
Turning around I freezed as I looked at my own death...
The porcelain vase dripping blood from a crack
And the baby girl infront of me sitting on the rack

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हजारों में किसी एक को
कुछ सौगातें मुबारक होती हैं
बिन मांगे कहीं किसी एक को
नसीब इत्मीनान की इमारत होती है
क्या कहें गर न शिकायत करें किसी से
क्यों इस जहां में धुंध इतनी होती है
सहरों के दरवाज़े जहां बंद कर दिए जाएं
दीदार करने के हक भी जब पाबंद कर दिए जाएं
क्या कहें गर न शिकायत करें किसी से
क्यों इस जहां में धुंध इतनी होती है
यहां हजारों में किसी एक को
लकीर हाथों की मिलती है
हजारों में ही किसी एक को
मौत मन मांगी मिलती है

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The sounds of the nights
Reverberate...
When the lovers kissed
And each other they missed

The sounds of the nights
Howl...
When the old nightingale died
And a young widow cried

The sounds of the nights
Screech...
When bombs exploded
And guns were loaded

The sounds of the nights
Echo...
When the calm slept
And anxiety crept

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Also I haggle for the dark to stay

As I wish bright moon to stand

Also I desire for the clouds to play...

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आंखों में कैसी ये नमी है
ये दर्द जो इतना तुझको खाता है
खैरात में हर कोई इसे पाता है
दिल की कहानी तो ऐसी ही है
अश्कों की जबानी भी ऐसी ही है
आज ज़ख्मों की जवानी है
कल दर्द का बुढ़ापा भी होगा
आज गर धूल में लिपटा है तू
तो कल आसमानों का इजाफा भी होगा
तो किस बात की कमी है
फिर आंखों में कैसी ये नमी है...

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