Seldom as you write,this pain feels heavy
Thoughts go scarce and imagination,it withers
You live in the meadows,your mind is the desert
Where words are like rock,either sculpt or they weather

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Violence begets violence
War begets more wars
Many scream and go silent
Many live, thus scarred

Discard we must this hatred from our hearts
The war looks good when you are seated afar
When it knocks your door or blows I must say
Dead bodies galore,blood pours I must say

Innocents are killed and killed with such brute
Sirens go loud while people lay mute
Some die,some cry,some curse,some rage
Some are alive ! Some MORE,some LESS

Fight in the name of religion
And the God doesn't save you from death
A life is worth gazillions
I ask,what worth is your faith ?

So much that you are willing to die
Or fuck it,you think it's a lie
Kill or get killed ? But ask yourself a question
A question that starts and ends in 'WHY ?'

This war they say, it's Muslims vs Jews
Atleast that's what we hear in the news
In war my friend no one ever wins
You lose,you lose.You win,you lose !

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वेदनेच्या पावसात किंचाळणे संगीत व्हावे
हृदयावरती शब्द कोरले,त्या शब्दांचे ही गीत व्हावे
जीवन जितके वाईट सध्या,शेवट तितके नीट व्हावे
विचार जणू हे पाखरू,भरकटले जे नभा मध्ये
हे पाखरू जर शोधती घर,घर पाखरांचे मीच व्हावे
हे हृदयावरती शब्द कोरले,या शब्दांचे ही गीत व्हावे

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'I am' and 'What I ought to be'
This 'I am',I never sought to be
I ought to be once I thought to be
Now I ask ,'To be or not to be ?'

That is the question that I must answer
I was good,I was bad,now does that even matter ?
Now I'm sane,I do promise,does that make you flatter ?
I'll do this, I'll do that, I'll move mountains for that
Never do what I say,but does that even matter ?

While I sing the songs of past
The present has a tempo so swift and fast
The songs of now, they'll end in the future
The moments are notes and the Time is my tutor

Time plays a crucial role
It freezes past while present flows
The present flows through my hands
The future is the shape I mould

The time supreme,it shows me the mirror
And I see the person,I never sought to be
The person is sane but the person is a killer
The killer of dreams and what I ought to be !

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मैं शाख का पत्ता,फूल सी तू
भवरों में हैं मशगूल सी तू
मैं झड़ जाऊंगा लाख दफा
जो बन मिट्टी और धूल सी तू

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तेरी नजरों में कितना गलत हूं मैं
दरिया-दिल,पर सुखा फलक हूं मैं
औरों से कितना अलग हूं मैं
तेरी नजरों में कितना गलत हूं मैं

तेरी नजरों में कितना गलत हूं मैं
बंजर दिल और भीगा फलक हूं मैं
तू देखें मेघा बरसे जाएं
बरसात में रूखा हलक हूं मैं

तेरी नजरों में कितना गलत हूं मैं
दिल टूटा जैसे तारा कोई,समेट लिया वो फलक हूं मैं
तू बंद कर आई थी पलके
और बीत गया वो झलक हूं मैं

तेरी नजरों में सचमे गलत हूं मैं ?
या लिख रहा सब कुछ गलत हूं मैं ?
मैं शायद ही सच जान सकू
तू शायद ही मुझे जान सके

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हरे जख्मों पर स्याही का मरहम लगता नहीं अब
क्या हकीम था वो शायर
जो लिखता था, पर लिखता नही अब

दर्द बांटा उसने कई दफा
चौराहे पर दर्द बिकता नही अब
वो लिखता था,वो रोता था
वो रोता है पर लिखता नही अब

मंजर मौत का था आन पड़ा
शायर डरकर कब्रिस्तान गया
वहा देखा 'मिट्टी' बनते 'लोग'
वो सोचा,सब कुछ जान गया
"अब देखता हूं इस मौत को मैं"
उसे देखने सीना तान गया
वो शायर भी क्या कायर था
वो डरता था,पर डरता नहीं अब

उसे देख कहा,वो डरता था
जीवन में पल पल मरता था
वो मरता था तो लिखता था
वो मरता है पर लिखता नही अब

वो बोला "डरकर तुझसे करू मैं क्या?
फर्क मिट्टी में और मरू में क्या?
मैं शायर जीकर मरता हूं
जब मरता हूं,तब जीता हूं"

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Sitting right now, I'm trying to write
Will my words make sense ? May not or they might
Well into the dark, it's 13 past midnight
This book,this pen and I'm trying to write

It's crazy how people go through a lot
Will they ever let us know ? They might,they may not
Some dying in the storm on the sea of distraught
Some souls have been parched as they wait out this draught

This girl that I know has gone through a lot
She never told no one, and me ? Not at all
She be suffering in life,this moment as I write
She may not tell anyone but someone she might

Stay strong Oh girl as I pray for thee
The times are brief,they're soon to flee
The words that I write,they do make sense
Till winters go warm and the summers,they rain !

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The day must come
When the sun must burn
All you do, all you did
All be done undone

The day must come
When the sun must burn
All you learn,all you learned
All the learned unlearned

The day must come
When the sun must burn
You silp off a stone
Was the stone unturned

The day must come
When the sun must burn
All that burns,all that burnt
Will be soon unburnt

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Crude thoughts I weave into poetry
Where silence sings or silence screams
You see as you are what silence means
Existence of love or a hostile dream

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