Watching gleefully through the mirror
Felicity for getting modified copy of self

Ingenue, worried having heart of pearls
Was I in its search, my mysterious soul ripple

May be elision, my cruel mind replied
Propinquity was still and ambivalence also

Mean-time i realised what if i indoctrinate
Then with ID , i started my pugnacious task

But seeing her dissembling, my heart-wretched
And offing in crowd she remained still

I panoply with praise so as to get panacea
And slowly with her i used to get exhilaration

Denouement is she came out telisman for me
Ineffable i am still for that rude behavior.

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that won't let everyone
to turn the new page.
Once you let everyone
know you, definitely
you would be torn
and sometimes rubbed
by the harsh strokes
of cruel readers.
People would judge you
on the basis of their
perception, not by
the content that you
are providing.

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I am fire, emerged
from water and
finally I have to
cross air to reach
my final destiny,
near clouds- away
from this so-called
world.. I am not
bound by any
book, nor I need
the rule of any
scholar.. I am what
is being planned
in me. I am what
is being programed
in me by best
programmer.

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When there is immortal need of someone, we need not to give voice to wake beloved. Beloved is all around us, no doubt what the condition is, and what the wrong we have done.

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words shatter in the
air of dishonesty.
And takes new birth,
when the level of
mind touches its
desired level of
madness..

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Poetry comes to me when
I inked my bleeding soul
with white color, when I
was there in fond of the
world and the world was
in fond of its desires, when
I was there to let dreams
go and dreams were
following mine innocent
bare feet.

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us a relief when the world
of rumors tries to suppress us.
° Writing rejuvenates our
mind by penning down
all the unexplained things.
° Writing keeps us up and
shows us how to stand on
land with bird's eye vision..

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ہم تو کچھ کہے بنا ہی خاموش ہو گۓ ۔
بات راز کی سن کے مدہوش ہو گۓ ۔
ہم تو نکلے تھے دنیا بسانے نصرت۔
ان کی کربت دیکھ کے فراموش ہو گۓ-

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scars remain there,
shedding their emotions
through molting,
leaving imprints on
bright nature and
finally results in the
death of glowing
humanity.

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Who is ready to lose her's
self.

• How to stop someone?
Who is in fond of mountains
and people suggest her to
reside in the plains.

• How to stop someone?
Who is willing to choose
the toughest journey.

• How to stop someone?
Who is tired of worldly
customs and rituals.

• You can stop my appearance
not my air.
Cause I am soul, not a
materialistic thing.

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