Help me.

Two words.

"Help".
"Me".

Easy to utter, but hard to call out.

Words echoed in silence, but shrouded by noise.

A plea easily felt, hardly ever answered.

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आवाहन मे ध्वनि न कोई पर आत्म नकार न पावे।
आंखें मूंद, सुन अनहद-नाद... केवल ऊँ..ऊँ..ऊँ गूंज आवे।

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To assert his dominance, the Lion snapped at everyone. He started killing anyone who defied his authority.

So the animals befriended the friendlier Lioness.

Protective, caring, nurturing, fierce, she looked after the animals and communicated with them like a friend.

She soon had cubs and they learnt to communicate with the others from her.

The animals knew that to survive, they would have to eat each other, but decided to stay cordial to each other and avoid unnecessary violence.

In return, the Lioness started defending all young ones from the Lion.

And in this way, the Lion became a pariah in his own jungle, and the Lioness became the new alpha of the animals.

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Scared, my shadows wouldn't follow me,
I kept following them instead.
Should I have just stepped back?

Scared of my reflection's betrayal,
I stayed within the limits of it's faith.
Should I have tested the limits just a little?

Scared they would abandon if I looked at them,
I let the shapes stay at the edge of vision.
Should I have faced them instead?

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Let's pluck all these words from the air,
Floating between you and me.
And whisper them to each other, once every hour.
There's enough between us to last us a lifetime.

And maybe one day, you'll falter hearing one of my recitals!
And maybe you'll dip your head with that shy blush again.
Your smile in agreement with mine.

The words have been hanging on for too long.
We have been quiet for too long.

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When I am numb,
And there's nobody to make me feel,
I pick up the pen.
And put a drop of my psyche
On the vast expanse of blankness.

A taint on the white sheet of silence..
A ping of feeling,
In the deafening numbness.
A lively pain,
In the telltale static of waiting for it.

And so the music begins with few quieter notes,
Transcending into a faster tempo.
Filling me with patterns of black on white,
With all the textures of coarse sanity and fine madness,
And I, feeling, in the middle of it all.

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Woe is the key
For it cannot stay where it fits
Either it stays,
Or the home is safe.
Never both,
Never together.

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The mind is like a pendulum...

And the grass is always greener on the other side.

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If you took all my pain away,
And I decide to die for you,
I would still be at an advantage
As you would live a life of pain,
While I would just painlessly die.

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जो तेरे तख्त-ए-इल्म पर सरताज बिठाए हैं
वो ही कल तेरे तूफ़ानों से घबराएंगे
जो तेरे फतेह पर साथ चले आए हैं
वो ही कल तेरी खामोशी सेह नहीं पाएंगे

ये दुनिया ज़ालिम है जरूर
पर ये भी इतनी मज़बूत नही
जो तेरे इंसान को झांझोड़ सके
के तेरा हाथ पकड़, तुझे रोक सके

जब जब तू चला है राहों पर
तेरे पीछे काफिला चलता आया है
क्यों डरे तू, ऐ खुदा के बंदे!
तुझी से तो ये जहां बनता आया है

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