It's hypocrisy for a human being to expect perfection.

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Dandelions from far North
halted in my hair
O! shepherd of the North,
Where do your cows graze
in the Rabi season of wheat-laden fields?
How come you rest under a mango tree
so carelessly?
Get up and take your cows to a grazing ground,
Send me flowers some other day!

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I had you utmost,
and that is almost
And I lost you
at the at most

I lost you almost
close to utmost,
Almost had you again,
to lose you utmost

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कभी-कभी तो दरिया की तरह उफ़नने को जी मचलता है,
दायरा-फ़रामोशी कर देना कभी-कभी तो चलता है?

बारहा तो नहीं आसमान में गश्त लगाने को ज़हन उछलता है,
इरादों को इरादतन पँख लगाना कभी-कभी तो चलता है?

सिर्फ़ टहलने को ही तो नहीं दिल घर से बाज़ार की ओर निकलता है,
स्याही सने हाथों में भी खिलौने देना कभी-कभी तो चलता है?

अमूमन तो नहीं सूरज आँखों के समुन्दर में जा पिघलता है,
कभी-कभी तो बान्द्रा तक के लिए भी चवन्नी बचाना चलता है?

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कल आगे मेरे एक मंज़िल थी,
और पीछे मेरे थीं आवाज़ें
आज पीछे मेरे एक मंज़िल है,
आगे और कई मंज़िलों की पुकारें

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But darling, rebirth was a term created, just to give false consolation to incomplete love like yours...

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Smiles and tears both I aspire,
Turning any saint into a wild bloke,
I am love that everyone desires,
But I take some people as a joke

I can bring about death damn dire,
And can comfort you like a silk cloak
I am the starlet some pens admire,
But the hinge that choked many throats

I am something you will require,
When all emotions you want at one stroke,
I will meet you igniting a fire,
And leave you as a cloud of smoke!

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Pain might be a sign of love,
But love is a danger sign of pain!

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You don't know

of my love for You.

You are divinely mystified.

How does it feel to be so

blissfully innocent?

To be oblivious

to an entire universe

Hand-crafted just for

You?

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I sat alone sighing at the grey cloak of the sky, looking for some text to read that could take my breath away, a sudden glimpse that could change my outlook towards a moment otherwise gone by.
I skimmed through my family library, but for the first time, Wilde wasn't wild enough, Frost didn't give me goosebumps, Wordsworth didn't hold much worth to his words and Kipling couldn't get me ruddy enough.
And then it dawned upon me, like the sky allowing its otherwise grey canvas to be infused with hues of revelation―

what I want to read is what I hold the power to write!

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