हर तरफ़ अपने–पराये का भंवर क्यूं है
तरसती निगाहें, टूटती आस का मंज़र क्यूं है,

इंसानियत सिर झुकाकर है रो रही
वर्ना हर तरफ़ मज़हब का बवंडर क्यूं है,

खामोशी के शोर में हैं सभी बहरे हुए
वर्ना लबों में जज़्ब जज़्बातों का समंदर क्यूं है,

जवाँ रगों में बहता लहू है पानी हो गया
वर्ना सीने में धड़कता दिल पत्थर क्यूं है,

बचपन से सुना कि खाली हाँथ है आना-जाना
फिर हर शख्स ख़ुद को समझता सिकंदर क्यूं है... @

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They had an argument.
"A" kept speaking
"B" refuted it with his silence
And "B" won the heart

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Never is the road smooth-sailing to the throne.
A million carcasses have to be walked upon.
Traces are wiped out in fake schemed encounters
Where criminals rise to power, punished are benefactors.
And despite all this lawlessness, the state is in a slumber.
Where an old couple loses a son, a sister loses brother.
The sinners are nurtured in the shadow of the priests.
And who were supposed to be the saviors, feed the beast.
The police-criminal nexus is an evergreen age-old tale.
This is where, at every step, the governance always fails.
Left is left of nothing, nothing is right in Right.
Fallen is the state, anarchy stands upright.

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She crafted a dagger out of all the tacenda she had in her heart and there was scarlet anarchy in her blood droplets.

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People used guns
Till freedom was sought
Then political anarchy started

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I try to live
for your love
and die
in your hopes,
maybe i am
too lazy a person
to comprehend
this very fact,
that I was born
to love the anarchy
in the era
Where love coveted
Idealism!

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The absolute freedom
of doing whatever you want,
whenever you want
and however you want
is not Freedom...

It's Anarchy...

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"The only sensible way to live in the world is without rules,introduce a little anarchy."

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The constant state is anarchy
Individual freedom
Seems non existent
The freedom to choose
One's life partner
Or length of the dress
One wishes to wear
The freedom to live
In accordance
With one's religious beliefs
Or personal dogmas
The freedom to express
One's thoughts & ideas
Without being judged
Yes, we are all
In a constant state of anarchy
Stifled and suffocated
Caged and confined
Where is our freedom
I really wonder

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At World’s End:
A short story

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