You are my paradise,you are my pride
You are my pleasure ,you are my delight
You are my eyesight,you are my daylight
You are my highlight,i am your copyright
I am your parasite,you are my mr.right

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A breaking heart,
Makes no noise,
They said.

As I watched,
My smiling dreams,
And ecstatic hopes,
Smash and,
Scatter to bits,
The echo of which,
Resonates still.

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Mere har ek alfaaz ka kissa h tu.....
Mere har ek manzar ka Rasta h tu...
Mere saath na sahi par.......
Mere nazro ke hr ek aksh ka hissa h tu....

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Need is a nasty breed.
Keeps man always on read.
No end of this growing seed.
Life's realm is just need and feed.

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Early came to me always rarely.
I accepted everything cheerily.
Still fighting my battle fairly.
Don't need things exorbitantly.
But atleast touch me bitterly.

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#NotInMyName
Killing own men is not a Game.
Is humanity losing its Fame?
Doing so what you Gain.
Its nothing but potential Vain.
Those killed also have their Kin.
Replace and think how its Pinch.
Please stop doing all this Sin.
God is targeting your Skin.
Don't forget if he can Hire.
Surely, he can also Fire.

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God design tongue to taste.
Human is designed to win race.
All you need to play game hard.
God will bless you the best part.

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यूँ जो तुम नज़रे झुका के आदाब करते हो.....
यकीन मानो कमाल करते हो ।

बोलते हो कुछ करते हो कुछ....
क्यूँ चिंगारों को आफताब करते हो ।।

हम तो तेरी हँसी के ही मुरीद हैं जाना....
क्यूँ मुस्कुराकर हम पर वार करते हो ।।।

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World is changing into flask.
Divides men into several class.
Higher class is turning iconoclast.
Ruling the world with full blast.
Middle class is a working hand.
Surviving last till the end.
Lower class has nothing to break.
Only have stories to shake.
Class is really a nasty breed.
Just a realm of money feed.
It's measuring bowl for a soul.
Resisting one for social goal.

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Promises is not to break. For me its nuts to crack.
Its never ever completed, reflect coming words which deleted.
Life itself a promise to God, else embarks elusive and fraud.
Still have flood inside, which about to lay, there I and me only hope of ray.
Have to complete promises made to self, all Just shackle to clench clay wolf.
Everyone towing a lurking buckle of words, drifting the chase like hungry bird.
Millions of promises often earn and burn.
Words should govern else no need to turn.

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