I always wonder

"Has every genius made me fool in some way or the other...?"​

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She was a song written by Plath,
She was a poem crafted by the stars themselves,
She was a warrior,
As much as she was Rossetti's damozel in distress,
Her imagination was as vivid as Alice
Half written by Kafka, half written by Dostoevsky,
She was paradox herself.

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// Liberation //

Sitting alone here in the balcony of my room for this trip, all I can see is lights shimmering at a distance. Yes, there's not much you can expect from a town that doesn't have even a railway station of its own. Wait, I can even see the river nearby due to the reflection it offers to the black sky and trees nearby. Playing "Phir Le aaya dil" on my cell, the state of my mind has moved to a phase in which I've let go of more attachments then what I gained in last two years. How contrary to not think of anyone while listening to such a song only because you feel yourself undeserving?

I was asked "Who's the winner?"
"Time." I answered.

It's not like I have a contest or war with it. But how often one has to give up a 'right', the one he found after a long time, something that's way too rare, just because he can't keep up with it?

It's excruciating. Not the feeling of something leaving you, but the feeling of having your hands tied with a rope of practicality, a rope that signifies what's right. A rope that respects someone's choice.

You want to cry, shout at the top of your lungs but you eventually end up shutting that feeling deep in a grave.

(Caption)

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Our Life is a bookmark of our beliefs
that gives the world more reference
to achieve...

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Where you're is
all about the reference point

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उसके Resume में ‌मेरा भी नाम आता हैं ,
तो‌ क्या हुआ जो बस Reference के काम आता हैं ।

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When I fell in love, my heart was
on fire,
To be with you, was my only
desire.
One love, two hearts, we will
make it right,
And now I'm lost, deep in
your love.
For only my heart, knows what
it means,
I promise you, it would not be wrong.

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നീ എവിടേയാണോ
അവിടെയാണ് നീ
വിളങ്ങേണ്ടത്....
നീ നിൽക്കുന്നിടം
കർമ്മങ്ങൾകൊണ്ട്
സമ്പുഷ്ട്ടമാവട്ടെ...
തിരികെ പോകുമ്പോൾ
നിന്റെ ഇരിപ്പിടം (ഗേഹം)
പോലും കരയുമെന്നാ...
നിനക്ക് ചുറ്റിലുള്ളതും
നീ നിൽക്കുന്ന ഭൂതലംപോലും
നിന്റെ വിയോഗത്താൽ
പൊട്ടികരയുമെന്നാ.....
സ്നേഹം ചാലിച്ചെടുത്ത
പുഞ്ചിരിയാൽ സമ്പുഷ്ട്ടമായ
ഹൃദയത്തിനുടമയാവാൻ
നമുക്കോരോർത്തർക്കും സാധിക്കട്ടെ....

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शायद वो वक्त सही नहीं था
पर उस्से सही कोई और वक्त भी तो नहीं था !!

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मैंने हर पन्ने में तेरा ज़िक्र
कुछ इस क़दर किया है।।
मेरी कलम, मेरी कहानियों में
मुझे बुरा बतलाती है।

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