Life is all about conscious willingness to live cheerfully.

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तुम वो गीत🎶 हो
जिसे गाना हर कोई चाहे
तुम वो जाम🥃 हो
जिसे पीना हर कोई चाहे
तुम वो फूल🌹 हो,
जिसकी एक झलक पर मिट जाना हर कोई चाहे

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What's the point of falling and getting myself hurt ,
If I don't respect my scars every time I get up ?

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//All about me//

A December born bloom of a little garden am I,
Gifted with an ambitious soul and goals set high.

My bag contains books of reactions and equations,
And my hands desire to use the tools for dissection.

Bestowed with an everlasting fondness for oratory,
I am honoured by the Parliament's delegatory.

It's obvious that for a podium I always crave
In addition I have fascinations for stars & graves.

To talk about my likings and hobbies,
Trust me melodious are even my cries.

Let the people enjoy with their friend circle,
I am happy with my unco friend quadrilateral.

I aim for the Indian Administrative Services,
To fix the country's cracks and crevices.

Concludingly, Just have a look on my philosophy,
I do love to spill the "Stereotypes" named coffee.

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It's not if I'll ever stop loving you,
Or I won't think about you anymore.
It's just that I don't have a clue,
If things will be like they we're before.
It's okay if I'm not sure where I stand !
Right ? I mean, I know now,
Things didn't go the way we planned.
Yes, sometimes, I feel uncertain about us,
About you nd me.
Sometimes I wonder, where do we stand,
And if we're standing,
how long could we bear this ?
Sometimes I think,
Are we even standing on the same side of the river ?
Sometimes I think, that's what I'm best at.
But the only thing, that makes me keep going,
Is you, yes you !
No matter how much I think, or how much I wonder,
It's you with whom my soul will always wander.
Together or far, Close or apart,
We'll stand together, we'll walk together.
Like the two parallels of the river.

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And every word of that story
Is all about you only.

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सफर तो एक साथ शुरू की थी हमने पर ज़िन्दगी ने कोई और ही मोड़ लेली

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At The first gaze
She looked like a maze
Leaving me in daze
Of her craze....

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The red rose drawls volumes about your feelings,
though you have not uttered your lipsy wordings.

We go wacky for that is when I descry the real you,
that behind the fleshy cutis is an innocent you.

You say O'love! the words you utter are pure symphonies,
which even the moon & stars strike to declines.

Though the distance is a hurdle between us,
our souls have been entangled ever since.

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