न डरिए कांटों से , हुज़ूर !
फूलों से डरिए ,
वजह उन उंगलियों से पूछें ,
जिनके घाव भर गए।
न डरिए रातों से हुज़ूर !
वादों से डरिए ,
वजह उन दिलों से पूछें ,
जिन्होंने मुरझाए फूलों से दिल लगाया था ।

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तेज़ चीख सी ,
चीरती हुई अंधेरों को ,
अंधेरों में दूर तलक जाती है ।
सोते हुओं को एकटक ताकती है ,
अंधेरों की आवाज़ ।
अपना दर्द सुनाने को कांपती है ,
अंधेरों की आवाज़ ।
बत्तिया बुझा देतें है लोग जब,
नज़र अंदाज़ कर सो जाते हैं लोग जब ,
अंधेरों में सकपकातीं हैं अंधेरों की आवाज़ ।

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Strange as we move,
From one heartbreak to another,
pain fading away in a while,
Or feeling the heart turn a bit fragile,
And still hopping on to another train,
Still hoping within the disdain,
that somehow , somewhere,
We'd reach but a happy end.

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गर कहानियों को अंत पता होता ,
गहराइयों को अनंत पता होता ।
क्या बेफिक्र बह लेती वें ?
जो नदियों को असमतल पंत पता होता .
।
आज , आज में जी लें कैसे ,
जो कल पता होता ?
माना आसां लगता है ,
जो सब उस पल पता होता ।
हर दुविधा से पहले ,
दुविधा का हल पता होता ।
पर बिन तूफान के कैसे ,
अपना बल पता होता ?

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Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;
You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,
And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory.

Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,
Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of foot
And not to be trapped by withering laurels.
And in you I have found aloneness
And the joy of being shunned and scorned.

Defeat, my Defeat, my shining sword and shield,
In your eyes I have read
That to be enthroned is to be enslaved,
And to be understood is to be leveled down,
And to be grasped is but to reach one’s fullness
And like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed.

Defeat, my Defeat, my bold companion,
You shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences,
And none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings,
And urging of seas,
And of mountains that burn in the night,
And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.

Defeat, my Defeat, my deathless courage,
You and I shall laugh together with the storm,
And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us,
And we shall stand in the sun with a will,
And we shall be dangerous.

_Kahlil Gibran

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Broken things that I have,
They're ugly.
They hurt.
In my tiniest moment of bliss,
They show up.
They make themselves known.
How long till you last ?
They remain silent,
Or they're curt .
And I like them that way.
Broken things that I have,
They're mine.
They're reminiscences,
of something divine.
They're bits of me that grew.
The lost wounds old and new,
Broken things that I've.
I love them as they love me too.

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Some find the way their way,

Some like pretending a little longer .

Some have a golden heart ,

Some painted theirs a little stronger.

Some dream to find the stars,

Some twinkle but a feigned conjure.

Some seem calm on surface,

Whilst still holding storms and thunder.

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दिल - ए - रुस्वाई से तेरे ,
आज़ाद परिंदे काफिल हो गए ।

गुनहगार भी दिल रहा,
इक तुम्हीं आदिल हो गए ।

मोहब्बत न मांगी , खुदा मांग लिया हो,
सब तेरे चाहनेवाले मीरे जनाज़े में शामिल हो गए ।

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So let me fight my demons as long as I can.
It's been forever since the moment,
I knew I should have ran.
.
And if the sun comes early ,
though it has never before.
mustn't I be ready to leave ,
while the night is still at the door ?

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If one of these days,
You decide to leave.
I need you to know that :
Leave.
Do not tug,
at the string of memories.
But pull it away suddenly , abruptly.
Lest there be a decade of pain.
Let it hang around in the air,
severed , crumpled and tarnished,
As is the story you had cherished.

If one of these days,
You decide to leave.
I need you to know that :
Leave.
Do not look back,
at the roads you tread,
Lest there be a belonging,
that calls for you.
Let the roads be deserted and ghostly,
as strange as the burden you hold in your heart.
Leave and do not think.
Leave and do not sink ,
below the horizon of love.

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