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DaudNikle to hum bhi the ghar se yahi soch kar ki shayad is bar manzil tak pahuch jayenge, / kyunki daudna to unhone hume bachpan mein hi sikha diya tha yeh kehkar, / ki agar nahin bhagoge to woh tumhe peeche chod jayenge.

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Mar 24, 2011

MotherNow……..all over me, fly these treacherous bullets and bombs, I have got no other option, but to tussle in this Satan’s home. His hazy silhouette, his jagged bayonet........ somehow, withholding that emotional torrent; covertly, cowardly, I did what I was supposed to do, eased his misery, I freed his soul. Deep down I can’t accept that my hands are now defiled, but Mother shed no tear for me……….please, don’t you cry. / Father, I still remember that toy gun, which you had bought for my birthday. Its ironical that even after several years, I play with my gun, night after night, day after day. But when I realise that it can never be that toy I had, the clatter it produced, which is now the theme song of my life, dismay is all I got, it kills me from inside, but father shed no tear for me....... please, don’t you cry. / Brother, do you remember that day , when I had pushed you from behind, you bruised your knee on the ground, in dust lay your broken bike. Forgive me , for the sake of those good old times, Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, when we walked in the wild, hiding from mother, and running away from the frets of our lives. I am sorry that I will never be able to see u rise and shine, but brother shed no tear for me....... please, don’t u cry.

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Feb 10, 2011

UdaanKagaz ki kashtiyon mein kai bar safar kar liya, / ab ek lambi udan bhar lene do. / Aj in bandhe hue pankhon ko khuli hava mein sans le lene do,

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Mar 23, 2011

VoicesSometimes I am afraid to look them in the eye, / Fear grips me , confusion fills those dark dungeons of my mind, / I try to look down but the voices behind

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Feb 10, 2011

Where are youWhy are you so scared? Why do you look behind? Did you just see your dreams being blown into fractions? Isn’t it suffocating, when your past gives you a nelson? Have you lost the right directions? There is darkness at the centre of this brightness, but why do you fear that, isn’t it the only place where the reality is hidden? So where are you? / In real life, there is no time out; there is no one to see your distress call. Sometimes the only ones to hear you say are these dead plastered walls. There is no point in knocking at his door, don’t scream. But why are you losing your sense of control? Why don’t you go out and feel the open air. Breathe / Does your vision gets blurred by the pace of the road? Why do you fear the asphalt? Will your feet get sore? I know that you can pull it together, then why have you locked yourself in your room? Why are you hiding behind your chair? Do these two faced people frighten you? This reality is hard to accept but you have to move. Why have you buried yourself? Why are you hidden from the view?

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Feb 10, 2011

WordsNow all I want you to do, is read these words carefully, Real slow, not boisterously, / cos there is a reason why I write all this. What other option do I have really than being silent, as my hope now walks on the bed of sweltering embers. / You always try to fool me with your words.... They are really short and sweet, But now……now I know what they actually mean. I am lost in the maze of walls around your mind, trying to figure a way inside,

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Feb 10, 2011

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