how did i fall here
from reading perfect love stories
to living the most imperfect one
from blooming desires
to withered senses
how did i get here
from beauty of confidence
to ugly uncertainess
from burning passions
to extinguished soul
how did i fall here
all the way from life
to a lifeless game.

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when you know, you know
you know when things will work
you know when things will burst
you know how will you stay
you know how will you walk away
you know the reasons to smile
you know the reasons to frown
you know you need to grow up
you know you need to waste up
you know the way to home
you know the way to storm
when you know, you know

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ये तो सदियों की बातें है
कि आशिक़ अनेक चले गए

और ज़िन्दगी जो है बस इश्क़ की है
जो कहानियों में भी
अटल सच के रूप में रहता है

दुनिया के रंग हज़ार बदले
मगर रंग इश्क़ का आज भी
मेहबूब का सा ही दिखता है

और तड़पने भला क्या समझेगी
वो इश्क़, जो
शांत तूफ़ान की तरह
रगों से बहता है।

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प्यार भी हुनर वालो की चीज़ है
और हम दुनियादारी छोड के चले थे ।

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slowly...
this torment
start flowing
from a dolour point
as a little sparking sensation,
travelling through nerves,
emerging from layers
of wounds and blood
hitting the surface
to reach
the threads of paper,
is how the
masquerade of emotions
reach the end
where it becomes
fatuous part of
a large world.

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lies were blunt
truth was piercing
I chose the harmless ones
for the sake of my skin
only I don't know yet
was it any sin?

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ज़माने भर में काटों से घावों के किस्से हैं
और हमें फूलों ने खरोंचा हैं।

मैं मरहम ढूंढ के हार चुकी
क्योंकि फूलों को, सबने, इल्ज़ामों से बख्शा है।

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हर पल साए की तरह
जो ये हार मेरे साथ चली है

इसने शब्दों को भी बंजर
और व्यर्थ कर दिया है

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a new mask
every time
over every worn one,
an endless pile
of your
damaged faces,
with a balance between
confidence and fear
you created wonder,
but at the end
a determined failure
because you lost
the face of reality

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You travelled so far
you will travel for long
don't look down on you
for the scars you've got
they keep the stories
of you and your pain
stories defining your fall
and how you rose again
they are your part
the part of your present
of being who you are
in this very moment
they aren't ugly
they shape your strength
they make you beautiful
as pieces of darkness,
cured and intense.

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