Poets die in words, bleeding no red
but spilling their broken heart to live.

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LOST

Zero to infinitely in love.

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Transformation

Days back when I was the caterpillar
On the growing stage of
How to be the butterfly
How to flutter wings in the free air
There came many stages
Who taught me how to fly
Some were tough
Some were easygoing
But everytime a new lesson
Like the word Cline
Every step I put forward
Is the result of the left footprints
Which taught me
U don't have to look back
While you r stepping ahead
U never know
What's the new obstacle
God has put forward
In ur journey
But with a sense of conscience
And being conscious of urself
U have to deal with the upcoming
Chapter with the opening eyes
Remembering the lessons
And mistakes u have made
And what u have learnt from them
I m still changing like the seasons
I m still learning to be flying..

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Icicles dropped shivering
Down, when your summery eyes,
Dressed me.

Freezing the soul.
Albeit it's hot in here,
Your arms.

Breathes took longer,
In the ocean of shower
To hold

Inside echoes, whispering,
To cool the offshore chaos
Of raining.

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When one side your thinking dies a slow death,
the other side it grows unknown places to you.





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When you speak of solitude,
and your mind wanders like an unleashed dog.
When your muse shuts the door,
and your words rampage for freedom.
When you seek for silence,
and the next moment you are lying in ICU.
When triviality sculptures masterpieces,
and your poems seems to resist it's verses.
When you can't criticize a poem,
and you find your poem unworthy of critics.


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मैं कल फिर किसी अखबार की कहानी बनूँगी,
मैं कल फिर किसी समाचार की सुबह बनूँगी।




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When I try to read my readers minds and fail at every attempt.







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