Tea didn't help him cope with his headaches like before. So, he took into things that gave him blackouts.
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बातों का सिलसिला कुछ थम सा गया है
जज़्बातों का दरिया मानो जम सा गया है
लिखने को उसके सिवा कुछ सूझता नहीं
शायद वो मेरे अल्फ़ाज़ों में रम सा गया है
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Chahiye kisi saaye mein jagah
Chaaha boht baar hai
Na kahin kabhi mera dil laga
Kaisa samajhdaar hai
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He was molested,
But no one protested.
As he was blessed,
With a masculine chest.
Still in deep trauma,
And heart in coma.
He now wears pajama,
But need his mamma.
His brain freezed,
His feelings seized.
As soon as he realized,
He was very much surprised.
He can't ask for sanity,
He was disgraced by humanity.
As he craves creativity,
Towards the man's community.
Now he is no more.
There is no more chore.
Everything seems normal,
As if nothing happens ever.-
Only thing
that is pretty
about depression is
"Thought of getting out"-
Waiting for a blackout,
when darkness covers everything
and hides it all in a sheath of black.
Where I become blind
to all that is there
but cannot be seen.
The pain, the bleeding wounds,
the gleaming knives
in the treacherous hands of my own.
My trust, me,
broken into pieces
that cannot be mended.
My eyes red, my face smeared salty.
My head hangs low,
defeated,
waiting,
for a blackout.-