I'm a writer and yes it begins with me, it always does but whatever I write isn't just about me, it's about those million unexpressed feelings which never find its way out, its about those suppressed zeals, those broken feels and the souls which never heals. It's my prudence for their well-being. I want them to corelate and shade away the agony. Never assume it as me, for it will end with you and only you are in control of your destiny. I'm just a vagabond passing by your realms. I brought nothing on my way here but I'll take away memories while departing.

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Almighty, our father brought us out on a joyous ride to this earth. We being his children are merely souls. This body is a carriage in which we are relishing ranging rides, as a precautionary measure we don't get to mess up with this finery. The more we abrade it physically and mentally by rumbling into other porters or gouging our own, the further hassles we encounter. In the end, we will be home again, so preferably not get ascribed to this chimera.

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When one comply to the ethereal karmic cycle of the multiverse by acknowledging it, a trial is practised within effective and decree is executed in the proximate future, this is how one knows that while digressing the body, parity will be attuned and Nirvana will be attained.

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थामा है हाथ मेरा तो न यूं छुड़ाइये ,

नज़दीक आइये ज़रा नज़दीक आइये।

पल में हज़ार ख्वाब दिखाये जो आपने

वादे के मुताबिक ज़रा उनको निभाइये।

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I found my courage, the day I escaped my own death, those ghastly blades and my hasty legs.
Nothing was same ever after, I looked with fear everywhere.In the all too different town of fury, rose the never ending worry. With sleepless nights I use to wake, I woke up today with courage.

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One fine day, with dawn's crack I was ambling through the engrossing flora enclosing my cabin in the woods. I descried this exotic warbler of which I never took a glimpse before in my last decade long stationing as of then. I caught up with a prose to evince it and expeditiously teetered over the brink to perceptive narrative. After the long span of completion, I strode out to behold that everything I etched about it annihilated into concrete jungle.Moreover, the misfortune lies in it being immured in the shackles of the hideous.

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खुशनसीब तो वो है जिनके हातोँ को थामने वाली नम आँखे होती है |
य़ाहा तो जींदगी बीना कुछ किये धुए से बेगैरत होगई |
थम जाओ ए धुए मे मशगुल साँसो,के उनके मोहब्बत की सदा आ रही है |
हमसे शीकवे करने वाले गर होते कोई, तो तोफे मे सजदा अदा किया करते |

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The only way to figure out the real serpents in your life is to tell them a compelling story and at some point in future they'll bite you with the pseudo venom you provided them. Prior opting out for such kamikaze, make sure you build firm wall of anecdote so that the world could rise over their qualms as meanwhile you sell your ink to them.

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