Humans are born,
Soon they start wearing society
And very soon he becomes society
Humans forget he is human
Human dies.

Don't live as a society, live as a human.

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हंसी का प्रमुख चरित्र भीड में होता है,
जहां वो बेइंतेहा फैल सकती है।
उसी तरह, आंसू की पवित्रता अकेलेपन में है।
अकेले में बहती हुई आंसू की पवित्रता
की साक्षी तो स्वयं गंगा मैया होती है

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Contd (My December Love)...


Little boats on the rivers, as we sneak through the windows.
Lit lamp post, fighting though some quality fog
Cold drops on the window glasses, dripping slowly by
The vapors of coffee, her lips soothing it with smile.

Last night was night of love, so sang the souls of ours
In the rustling of winds outside, we hug each other
The darkness of night, her eyes still so comforting
Felt world never existed, nothing beyond her arms

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My December Love

The sun rays falls on her flawless skin,
Dust dancing in the illumination.
Those lil pink lips, a tease and a pout,
The thick liner on her eyes.

The morning of The Winter, the thick fog unrested.
Warm arms around me and the firewood burning.
The smell of her, like a lost flower of the Medievals,
Those shoulder length hair, cascading down and wild.

The morning coffee, the newspapers flutters beside.
Cold breeze at balcony, the cozy she and I.
The kiss so soft, melting at the slightest touch.
The slight taste of the skin, the lip gloss and all.

Contd....

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Contd ( Like A Raven In A Graveyard) ...

Majestic as it seems, like a haunting living amongst the dead for ages.
Alive and louder in its own company, like the shadows in the dusk.
As my eyes looks within me, I find it staring me in unusual peace.
Almost like it exist within me or I just floated out of it and stayed.

Hey Raven, the keeper of the dead, you dance alone in eerie nights.
On the song that plays inside my head, wish I could hear it too.
Perhaps, you and I have been an anomaly my dear friend.
How can we dissociate into self, when the soul just feel like one.
Maybe one day we meet at my grave, and melt into each other.

Till then, you flutter in those ancient ruins of the dead companions
While I await for the wind of your wings to keep me awake,
till the otherwise...

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Like A Raven In A Graveyard

Distance like forever, but those dots of eyes glare.
Like a soulmate of a lifetime, like we know each other well.
I can feel it’s lonely flutter, shape wind to my tired eyelids.
Calling me in the soulless nights or so can I hear, almost.

The death of the graveyard shines grim on its dark wings.
Almost like a beautiful aura, unforgiving though misread.
Those eyes forever waits in the haunts of dead crooked trees.
It speaks in so much of excessive silence, seeking my attention.

Once in a while it caws, of joy or melancholy I cannot fathom.
Often it rises me to myself, only to sink back to the dark abyss.
Sometimes those sounds echo in the emptiness which dwells around.
The dead in the company stays asleep while I stay livid awake.


Contd....

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वो इंसान जो जिंदगी भर दुसरो की
सर काटने को तलवार धार करता रहा,
उसे तलवार का चरित्र भी जान लेना चाहिए
एक दिन ये तलवार तुम्हारा भी सर
बहुत ही शिद्दत से काटेगी

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एक लेखक होना कितना मुश्किल है,
ये तुम कहां जान पाओगे।
लिखने के लिए एहसास चाहिए होता है,
और फिर एहसास करो तो
दर्द से छाती ही फट जाती है।
खुद का विनाश करके कुछ अलग
निर्माण करता है लेखक। उसकी
आपबीती तुम क्या जान पाओगे।

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मानस क्यों तू दुखी है हार से,
जग से ना भाग बस खुद में खो जा
तुम्हारा कोई ना हुआ तो क्या,
तू जा, अब तू बस राम हो जा

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