My fingers have grown numb
And can't reach the place where,
My mind has wandered off to,
And my heart grew
weary of the wait.

The words have stopped flowing,
The fire inside of me quenched.
My pen grew heavy,
And my heart grew
weary of the burden.

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I'm not strong enough
To love anyone, anymore.
Because, I might
Just lose you, too, in the end.
One blink--
And you'll disappear;
So, why must I bother?

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The symphony of first rain
graces my weary ears
and soothes my pen.

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The fading Sun smiled at his weary soul,
Perhaps he knew better.
The most obedient star in our Milky-way, never said "no".

How tiny seems our courage now.
How small is our span of patience,
How weary we look after days' toil
How gloomy we feel at our sadness!

O bereaved soul,
Fear not!
The scattered leaves don't feel pain.
The joy of falling with a purpose is much better than aimless rise!

After all, we all are nothing but Dolls of the Mighty,
Dancing through his majestic tune.

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I am
So, so tired
of this weary heart

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The ceiling of my home is the heavens,
Studded with stars and the moon ;
Though the weary eyes drop off at night,
The brain stays awake to commune
with them.

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I have caught this terrible cold🤧
And now down with fever🤒,
Sneezing has become a habit😪
What will happen in December?

My head feels so heavy😩
My shoulders so weary,
So friends I'll be back in a day or two
And will colour your thoughts with something new!

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The halcyon days of togetherness,
where do I find them now?
I feel so despondent, exhausted.
Weary of the search,
the search of my lost love,
an unsolicited question dawns upon me—
should I capitulate to my fate?

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लकीर

स्याही की लकीर पर पूरा तेरा धन है,
कागज़ का सहारा है, जीवन तेरा भ्रम है।

रोज का यह रास्ता लकीर पे लकीर है,
शरीर तेरा नापता, रूह तो फकीर है।

मिट्टी गीली तेरे सामने है,
अपनी छाप से मिलादे तू।
हां एक राज़ अब अंजाम में है
पर उस एहसास को भुलादे तू।

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The lone traveler sat
on the mile stone,
by the road.
tired of his journey
from the place
of broken dreams.

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