Some Wrong feels soo Right.

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Some days are so heavy that even the skin tends to weigh unbearable,the chest tends to carry a load full of undefinable emotions, the vocals tends to go numb and the heart, yes the heart takes a bit longer pause than the usual,biologically impossible but instinctively on point. The neuro cells ignores to admit to be an emotional being from fear of being tagged as an emotional fool.
NO THAT'S WHAT MAKES US HUMAN, A HUMAN BEING.

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I pleaded the words of my poems to secretly
chronicle the charismatic view of your smile,
It's portrayed as light as feather in the hub with
exquisite curves in each of the aisle.

The eyes,I call it a mesmerising pearl,not the ones
in open but the one that's embedded in deep oceans,
Far off the ordinary beauty of dawn and horizon,there
exists a soul half full of love, the other with emotions.

The scars on her skin have barely witnessed the
serenity that flows through her veins,
Not a lady with crown, but a generous being,
rageous enough to tackle the light after the rains.

The blue moon, more frequent than the moments
she widens her lips to utter with the unknowns,
That's how rare one must be to access every
ounce of the sacred luminary she owns.

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Yeh roshini main mera dost kyu gayab ho jaata hai..?
Jisey kehtey hai log andhera, wahi mera dard kaise jaan jaata hai..!
Kya rakha hai in ujaalo main, aakhon ko sukoon deney layak..?
Mera ek dost aisa v hai,jo mujhse aakh band kartey hi milney aa jaata hai..!

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Chaindaina malai manchey,yo sabda haru vaye pugney chaa,
Sabda ko samundar ma dubney manchey moh,yo 2-4 panna le kaha pugney chaa.
Sajauna sakdina hola moh yei junkeri laai mero ghar ko angan maa,
Chandrama jhaii ujyalo mero AMA ko anuhaar herna laai,yeti madhuro prakash le kaha pugney chaa.

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You don't get the privilege to be a
companion with someone as calm
as moon until you burn yourself
as vigorous as sun.Rage comes.
in the light,calmness needs
night to shine.

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Are the strangers we pass through just mere
odd faces..??
May be for you but I know that some represent me
while the rest are abandoned pieces of alien races.
Their eyes speak to me over and over,
leaving me awestruck for moments,
Some gaze deep into my arena of imagination,
the rest just track my iris' movement.
Do their voices cling your eardrums in silence..?
Or you mistaken them with awful noises.
With me it's different,half of them gets tangled with mine,
the rest flows out as words to my own voices.
How far have you come apart from the strangers you've met.?
How close have you gone to the first stranger you met..?
No don't even try,you don't even remember the last
stranger you met.

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Yeh Sharafat jajti nahii tere husn pe,
Unn aakhon ki baimani abb v bhuley nahii hum..,
Kya rehh gayi hai abb nigaahen milaaney ko,
Woh jo hansi chuti thi tere mere aansuon ko deakh,bhuley nahi hum.

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Ghabrahat si hoti hai mujhe gair logo k bichh,
Yeh akelepan ka shorr kaano ko chalni kar deti hai.
Sannata sa lagta hai na jaaney kyuu bhidd mai khada hokar v,
Samsaan se gujarna hua toh yaad aaya,yeh mitti humein gairon k haath letney pe majboor kar deti hai.

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Some days are just about being alive. No hard feelings, no exaggeration of thoughts and emotions,non repulsive to any kind of vibes,no consent with heart or mind,no struggle,no achievements. Just breathe and breathe and breathe..!

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