No-breath is not always death.
Live each day.

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Beauty will wither with the time, what stays are the virtues. The one's who make judgement on people without even knowing them are toxic. One should not judge a book y it's cover.

GOD HAS GIFTED BEAUTY TO EVERY BODY.

SOMEONE IS RICH OR LITERATE STILL LACKS THE BEAUTY OF HEART. MONEY CAN'T BUY THE VALUES.— % &

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You eventually lose your value in other person's life at a point of time. You are just another person. Mostly, the person who love hard, fall down hard. Then it difficult to stand up. — % &

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That shit hurts when...
You were the world to them and the next moment a trash. — % &

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They say, "your story is so filmy."
Inner me said, "ofcourse it is. Different characters and betrayals
Heartbreaks and feeling dead
Happy endings sometimes, sad many a times. "

But I intended to smile. And walk away....!

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Shaame guzar gyi intezar krte karte.
savera hua..magar kis or aangan me

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Ek zoron ka toofaan aya or umeed se umeed he khatm ho gyi
Jism se rooh alvida keh chali

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People are turning practical these a days. They tend to seen-unseen others feelings. Especially, the ones who love the most are hurted the most. It seems as if it's the world of stone hearted people. Be a stone and then you can live happily.

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Think twice before you decide to fight with your parents for that someone. Rethinking does he/ she is worth of being faught for. Later on it will be only be regret and sorrows.

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From Jor Bagh metro

to Lodhi Gardens to Sitting on a bench under a shady tree
one squirrel was hungry so fed her some rotis
a dog laying on the bench adjacent to mine
I saw his tongue while he was asleep in chaos
he had a calmer life than mine
Crows were making cranky noises but
less than those
aunties who objectifies me everyday
The tomb of Sikandar lodi is eye catchy,
I can just sketch it on sheet of my heart.
there's a cool breeze as you step on the stones of the tomb.
Its cold just as the heart of materialistic people.
The tomb of Muhammad Shah is the only symbol to unite hindu and islamic cultures
Standing besides the lake,
judging my own shady reflection Is what I found life in.
Shady
Blurry
Silent
Empty

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