Sach.

Wakt badal raha hai, magar manzar ab bhi wahi hai. Sahafat awwam ki awaaz hoti hai, magar alfaaz ab yunhi bazaar main bik jaate hain. Soch badal rahi hai, magar manzar ab bhi wahi hai. Dharm aur mazhab charitra se pehle tab bhi aata tha aur ab aata hai. Roz shaam khokle naaro ka shor […]

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Reminiscence

Do you remember me? We have met earlier, quite often. We met at the concert where life plugged in a jukebox and you wondered which chord to strike. Remember me dancing in the drizzling rain with you? You were laughing unabashedly when the cold breeze rustled my brown hair. You and I were like the […]

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Gallantry

She was frightened in the destruction around. Yawped for her mother to be found. Knights that stood tall, now burnt to the ground. The pawn didn’t make her mark and was sacrificed for higher ranks. One for the Checking, two for the crossing. Three for the fighting, four for the dying. What do they seek? […]

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A known stranger..

I know that you’re not good at goodbyes. You are the orange spell of the evening where days collide with nights. I can see much more deep in your blurred eyes. You’re more than a person who only fights. When my train of thoughts is flagged down, You’re a sweet lie that camouflages my turmoil. […]

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Shaja’at

Raat chahe jaag kar guzari ho, magar agli subha ghar se nikalte waqt muskurati rehti hun. Kisi se aankh milakar kahin toot na jaaun, usse pehle hi nazar hata leti hun. “Mehnat karna seekh ja” khudko yahi salah deti hun. “Bohot kuch karna hai toh kuch khona hi padhega” ye keh kar khudko samjha leti […]

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Heavy Nights

I hate this seething night, this miserable fight. This variety of plight. From first light to twilight, Then dusk till dawn, i quiver. Now the minutes are like hours. Lonely and trying, the clock keeps ticking. And as each hour chimes, What makes your heart crippled? My emotions are unsung in the hardship prolonged, And […]

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Musings..

You don’t know what this wistful memory of bitter past is like.This is the sort of feeling that makes your heart callous, this is the sort of vague night that keeps you up, this is the most torturous thought that makes you constantly encompass your voice.This ignominy is so heavy and pangful my friend.

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