बहने वालों को डूबने का ग़म कैसा,
तिनके की तलाश में ज़िंदगी का सार लिख डालते हैं ।

खुलके जीने वालों को मौत की हमदर्दी हमेशा रहती है,
स्थिरता और अस्थिरता के सामंजस्य को जज़्बात अपनी स्याही से नक़्क़ाशी कर ही देता है ।

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Does it really end?
That which reside on your intricacies,
Rest in your thoughts and are omniscient between
your beats.
Miles before I go to sleep, I shall keep hoping
Hoping to keep myself steady between US
For between the flowing time have we collapsed and
coalesced

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Integrate my heart, she will be found
Differentiate her thoughts, my soul will fail
Limit my thoughts for i tend to infinity
Heart beating to the maxima and reaching the minima of reality
Forcing my mind to accept the continuity of her loss.

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मै राख से बनी साझेदारियों का एक पुतला हूँ,
जो रिश्तों की चिताओ पर चितंन करना भूलना जानता है।

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...and one day, God said “Let there be light”.
and all, which was within turned void,
as fear crucified faith.

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To the passerby,
who sang lullabies
to make those eyes
shut for a while.

The road indeed was long,
and travellers often ,
fell asleep to cursed melodies.

Hopeless Romantics, they say!

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।। बंदिश ।।

शायद टूटना वक़्त का तक़ाज़ा था,
क़ैद करने वाले अपने हवालात जो बदलते गए।

टूटे हुए को बिखरने से डर कैसा ?
बिखेरा हुआ वजूद को आज़ाद सैर करवाना
अब नशा जो था।

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Angels fall everyday
But the truth is,
God hardly cares.

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We are the instruments of chaos
That relentlessly clinker to strike
Symphony in our monotonousness

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The world you are in ,
will always be on fire
to be the ash,
Or rise up like a smoke
Is in your hands.

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