R I S E

Do not struggle
To paint me in red
My mind might be a palette
With darker shades of colours I do not recognise.

Do not ever
Confuse me with the sun
I might be the sun
Slipping timidly into the sea that roars during nights.

My soul is not its metaphor and
My eyes aren't warm and orange.
So do not try
To paint me sublime like a sunset.
But if you do,
Make sure
The water is a kind blue
The shore is a bare brown and
The sky is a dull shade of grey.

Make sure the happy flock leaves
Before its too dark to count my colours that stain the sea.
And bethink when you sign the canvas with your name,
I'll never rise the same.

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शायद जला दिए होंगे वो पन्ने मैंने जो कोनों से मुस गए थे,
शायद भुला दिए होंगे वो रिश्ते मैंने जो प्यार से रुस गए थे
तुम्हें तितली की तरह पकड़ा था चंद लकीर भरे हाथों में,
शायद छुड़ा दिए होंगे वो रंग मैंने जो अंगुलियों पर रह गए थे |

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/ Until Next Time /

The last time, you see,
You were the wilderness on our mountain
And I was the gentle snow.
Darling, winter arrived
and we locked the door.
Now the sun tempts me to melt;
I must change, my sweet.
I must let you go;
for I'm a river learning to flow.

The next time we touch
I'll burst into a million molecules
fusing into your bones
You'll know what distance feels like.

The next time we meet
We'll rest among those stars
till we find home
still breath, quiet.

Time is a long lost foe.
The next time our time comes
I'll shred off the leftovers of my soul.

So let the seasons be summer
and our skins be orchids.
Let our whispers be chants
and moans turn to jazz.
Let us live.
Let us breathe.
Let us be,
my sweet
until next time.

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/ G R A Y /
.
I see them walk past their tombs
guarding their lies with paper masks,
I wonder
If they feel sins surfacing up to their soles
Into their blood and through their bones
Turning all of it to black.
.
If humanity is a religion, sinning must be too.
And I must be an omnist;
For I've walked over hearts and stones
and my feet have felt the same.
I soak my soul with gray,
Winter is what I choose to be.
- Shreya

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1. To all the people out there who constantly try their best to fit in - your difference from the flock adds to your charm. Don't try too hard.
2. To all those who feel too much - your vulnerability is your innocence. Consider yourself blessed.
3. To all those who struggle to survive everyday - each passing second marks your victory on the timeline. Survival becomes easier with positivity in and around us.

Life isn't something we can give up on by just weighing the troubles. NOTHING is as precious as this life we've been blessed with. NOTHING justifies a suicide.
Every reason is petty and unjustifiable to taking your own life. The thought of this act is horrible in itself. Suicide is NOT an option.

I've lost a kind soul today, and I want everyone to highly discourage this act.
May his soul rest in peace.

#SuicideAwareness #NotAnOption

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आए हो बंजारों की तरह,
मेरी चाहतों को घर देने ।
मेरे अंधेरों में इस तरह
तुम जियोगे कब तक?
मेरी आँखों का मीठा ज़हर
पियोगे कब तक?
कहो तो तुम्हें दिखाऊँ वो खोखली, धुँधली दुनिया,
जिसमें बीता मेरा तन्हा बचपन ।
पर उन यादों का बोझ 
तुम सँभालोगे कब तक?
जब भीतर मन की आग से
मैं शम्मा की तरह जल उठूँ,
तुम परवाने की तरह
यूँ जलोगे कब तक?
मेरे सय्याह दिल को
टटोलोगे कब तक?
साँसें साथ छोड़ने लगें मेरी 
क्या तुम रहोगे तब तक?

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Emptiness is a strange kind of happiness - the only kind I've known, the only one I can own.

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*पतझड़ सी ज़िन्दगी*

मिट्टी में मिल जाते हैं सब सूखे पतझढ़ के पत्ते,

मैं भी तो एक पत्ता हूँ, राहों पे सजने आया हूँ ।


जिस जिस पथ पर तुमने कभी थे कदम रखे,

उस हर पथ पर मैं गिर के बिछने आया हूँ ।


मौसम की आड़ में मैंने कई रंग थे बदले,

जिस धूल से जन्मा, उसमें मुकम्मल होने आया हूँ ।


मैं पतझढ़ हूँ, शीत को राह दिखाने आया हूँ ।

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*चार लफ्ज़*

कुछ फरियादें हैं मेरे पास -
सारी फरियादें तेरे नाम,
खुदा से करने के लिए ।

चार लफ्ज़ हैं बस
तुझे अदा करने के लिए ।
(कैप्शन में पूरी कविता पढ़ें)

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Lovesessed

Give me a room
And I'll paint for you, pictures of
The afternoon ride
The loud river
The wide grin
The chocolate teeth
And all the things I want to save for a lifetime.

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