Disappearance.

I wish to run away from all the eyes looking at me.
I wish to fall in darkness and evaporate.
I wish to be a void where no traces of ‘Me’ will be found.

One day I will fly high and be a void.
One day I will be gone.
I wish upon this burning sun, to burn.

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Rivers in the garden.

Sometimes they come to me and sit for a while. Sometimes they talk.
Strange remains the stranger. I am the scientist of thoughts.

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Autumn is the most beautiful season
All of them...
Because,
The autumn in which
The God shows their
Most beautiful handwriting...

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The Slave.

Wait Master, I am coming 
With warm salted water. 
I will be there to wash your feet and do all the dances for you. 
Wait Master, let me bring my chains, a chair for you to sit. 

I am the servant of my ego and my habit.

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Colour blind.

Down the lane, this pill takes me back in time and yesterday comes tomorrow,
With what could’ve left if things were fine?
Are we the same in different places all the time?

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Instruction 2.

There is no king, no queen, no beggar, no child, nobody old.
There is no need of diamonds and insignificant are the ornaments of gold.
The ashes know the same, speak the same and by losing everything we gain everything only through death.
We attain the same place and the same ground, all together and everything around on this bed.

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The rituals.

I look at myself in my memories
And a lot has changed.

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Poetic justice.

Day after day you realize the pain of losing,
You start falling more in love to never be in life.
You know how it feels to be hurt,
Of things never thought twice. Hope it makes you wise.

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shakhu se patte jaise zard horahe hai
kuch is tarah hi meri zindagi ka rukh hai
ujad rahi hai meri khilti zarkhaiz wadiya
basa mere andar itna dukh hai !!
mere rukhsaar ki laali par na jaa
dil andar se bahut ro raha hai
kabhi thai hum jinki duniya
humein rulane mai unhe sukoon hasil horaha hai !!
Beete zamane mai wo waade bade pur sukoon thai ...
un waadu ko yaad kar ke mujhe dukh hota hai
waqt badalne mai waqt nahi lagta
Har gehri raat ke baad ujala zaroor hota hai
dar_urfee

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Instruction 11.

I'm the thought that awakens within, in places you've lost, in oceans you've been.
I talk to my host only if his garden is green.

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