❛Pity,
you don't even have
a character of your own.
And by character, I mean existence.
And clearly,
you have lived your life
on borrowed existences.❜

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If you're a doctor and straight, you're a doctor.
If you're a dancer and straight, you're a dancer.
If you're a scientist and straight, you're a scientist.
If you're a writer and straight, you're a writer.

BUT

If you're a doctor and gay, you're gay.
If you're a dancer and gay, you're gay.
If you're a scientist and gay, you're gay.
If you're a writer and gay, you're gay.

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अब हर रोज़ खाना ठंडा हो जाता है मेरा
मेरी माँ जो कबका घर छोड़कर चली गई है..

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This urge to fast forward everything
and find out what lays ahead
is getting stronger.
But nothing gives me more happiness
than stopping to smile at a flower
and sometimes click a picture of it.
My life is full of hand-picked fragrances
and unspoken yearnings.
I'm an identity crisis
breathing through my uncertainties.

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There's a cobbler who makes just one shoe,
One size for all.
If your feet don't fit in,
It's the cobbler's fault not yours.

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//Identity crisis//

A mirage of certainty in this desert vast,
I drink from wells of "who am I?"-
questions I've asked.
Comforting answers
like mirages,
they fade,
Leaving me wandering,
in endless masquerade

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Can I escape their asylum

I have stayed here for ages
And I am elder than myself
Laughed when they wanted
Cried alone in my room

I have been imperfect me
In their mediocre dreams
They shamed me for my madness
Made me believe it too

I don't have sword or gun
Words all I got to kill em
And start thinking out loud
Can I escape their asylum!

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मिटाकर अस्तित्व अपना जहां को रोशन बाती ने किया
और मशहूर जमाने भर में "दिया" होता रहा

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Will you accept me then?
If I come and stand before you, naked.
With my soul bared.
My emotions running astray.
Everything out in the open.
With nothing to hide.
My scars you can see, my tears you can touch. My evil you can watch, my good you can applaud.
Will you accept me then, in all of my entirety and with all of my vulnerability?

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My bones are cracking,
Under the weight of your expectations.
My mind has started to play games with me.
I'm not sure where I'm meant to be.
They say, listen to your heart, it's never wrong.
But what do I do when my heart itself is torn?
I want to make you happy, but
I want to make my soul happy too.
They say close your eyes and you'll see the answer,
But my mind's eye shows a million images.
Which one do I choose and
Where do I stop?

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