Grailing to end my existence
I'm alive... Am I alive?
Arms of my reckon solaces me.
Solaces me for intoxicating me..
Tell them I'm alive..
Sparing with my mind..
Losing my ethics ,crossing my line..
No I'm still alive...
I'm not allowed to feel my woe...
Shun my sweat and pain in toe..
Sense of time but I'm feeling low..
But I'm alive...
Even if the pulse is parted from me..
I will sing my death and feel alive..
The air in my tone will glare my fright.
The fire in my bones will grant me light
To make me feel, I'm alive..
Even if earth has swallowed me..
I'm asking you..
Am I alive???

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Arrival Vs Invasion :


Was that an arrival or invasion. When, you deprived me of myself.

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आज से एक महीने की उधारी रहेगी आसमां पे,
ग़ुरबत में ख़्वाहिशें कुछ यूं ही मोहताज रहती है।

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Dear Santa,
First, I wish you merry Christmas in advance! Since my very childhood I've been closely watching you. You're fabulous. You're a typical grandpa, spreading smiles across faces.
But what I've been witnessing through my life, is quite saddening. Every time, I found you in a house where the child is already stuffed with thousands of toys. I saw you giving away woolens to the children already having warmth!
Alas! I've never witnessed you paying a visit to the boy laying on the street or to the girl shivering on the pavement in this chilly cold.
Believe me, they are the ones who really need you. They are the ones who are living life of hell.
Please Santa, make this Christmas a little different. Don't come to us, who've already blessed by you, instead go to them who are suffering, dying.
I'm sure you'll do and I believe you've got worthy explanations for not doing this to date.
Thank you dear Grandpa!

Yours loving grandkid,

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I change my sleeping position
Over and over.
Sometimes I hide my terrible emotions
Under the bedsheet of denial,
To escape my own questions.
Or I flip my pillow
Not letting my tears show up.
I fail to find the right side,
Peace or anything.
But your thoughts
captivate my mind
And then the memories
Sing me to sleep.

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She always expected her dad's arms,
Until life hugged for the last time.....

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Depriving others from something
You haven't got in your life is kind of revenge !

But then i think,
If they do not have themselves,
How can they give it to others ?

Kindness overtake anger !

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He asked, "Do you still,
love me, as I do?"
"Yes!", She replied,
"But the feeling is
no more exclusive."

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I'm inspired when I see a withered soul,
Crushed by mendacity and hypocrisy,
Ameliorating the broken soul of his loved one,
With such fidelity and fervidness that he himself has been deprived of.

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A DEPRIVED self,
ASK for
MORE & DOESN'T,
Know CONTENT.

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