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Fooling myself

Every second, every minute,
A new chain of thoughts on me.
A blast, from the past,
Or hallucinations, amass.

Chill too much or, no chill at all,
My mood uncertain, sung around.
Affecting myself, everyone around,
Straight face, or smile alot.

It’s not, Monday blues,
It’s not, temporary.
It’s, the beginning,
To my emotional, war.

Cry, for a moment,
Laugh, the very next minute.
Some might, find it scary,
Or nothing happened, one might seem.

I sense, time and again,
Foolish, I am proving myself.
what the world dictates, till I forget,
I know, I will keep fooling myself.

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Photograph

Curls neatly tied in a bun,
Colorful clips to match the dress,
A bit of make-up just for fun,
The smile feels like a warm caress.

Some jewels to complete the look,
Sitting with posture off the hook,
Ironed clothes for the occasion,
Looking at the camera as a priced possession,

Click click click you can hear,
The moment was captured forever,
Unfiltered the prints come off,
You re-live the moment now.

“What do you need this picture for?”,He asked,
“To frame on the wall”, she said,
He thought it was for a happy occasion,
She never told him the real reason.

A few months later a man came to the store,
Wanted a few copies of the picture from before,
He asked all copies to be framed,
The shopkeeper realised it was end game.

The pretty face knew death was near,
She dint hesitate but persisted,
Don’t live in someone’s shadow,
Who knows what will happen tomorrow?

He kept her photo framed in his store,
With the family’s permission he asked before,
He knew his death was near,
Her photo helped him persevere.

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Puppet

Confined space and a window,
Four walls and a roof,
Chaos way below,
My four steps is the proof.

At all times,
I can look out the window,
Can’t go near it but,
It guides me thorough.

I saw a bright sunrise,
Suddenly the picture changed,
It’s cold and gloomy,
And then it rained.

I saw colorful highlands,
Filled with plush green grass and flowers,
I blinked and it turned pictures,
Now it was empty barren land.

It was neither timed nor sequential,
It was the outcome of human endeavour,
Suddenly I realised I was made to believe,
What the silhouette had me receive.

Like a puppet I moved,
From pillar to post I groved,
To agree with you at times,
To fight with all otherwise.

Like a machine I was a tool,
Only two options was the logic,
No maybe but only false or true,
The results were convincing and tragic.

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3 mistakes of my life

Everyone commits mistakes,
It makes you alive,
Countless they’ll be at every stage,
Through them you shine.

Out of the many,
3 stand out in the crowd,
Blunders one might call it,
Such are the mistakes I own.

First is a flaw in our society,
We don’t teach our kids curiosity,
Never question the elders even when in doubt,
Was the first big mistake I made about.

Second is an emotion I couldn’t control,
Always felt alone even with people around,
Rebellious, I had come of age,
I was a raging bull in my mind and they thought I was a sage.

Third was the final straw,
I was mocked and controlled all the time,
I screamed yet no attention I could draw,
I ran away, in the nick of time.

Coward I call myself,
Did I learn anything at all?
Looking back the only solution I found,
Acceptance is the only key I want.

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कयाम

आगे चलते रहना सभी को ही,
रुकावत नहीं ठहराव चाहिए।

सोचते हैं हम सब की मूकम आ गया,
कम जानते हैं की अब कयाम की बारी है।

फुर्सत में कभी याद कीजेगा,
इन्हीं तमाम लम्हों को।

गुजरे हुए वक्त में ही,
कयामत से किस्मत का वास्ता है।

बीता हुआ कल कभी न भूलना,
आने वाला कल फुर्सत में आएगा।

आज ही है जो अपनो का,
कल संवारे और कल निखारे।

बस इसी तरह मुकाम की खोज में,
कयाम से गुफ्तगू कर लीजिएगा।

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इतिहास

कहने को, ये है पुराना,
किसी कोने में, बंद डिब्बी मे रखा।

शायद, सब भूल भी गए,
वोह किस्से, छोटे और बड़े।

हर पीढी, हर जमाना,
उन्हें हमेशा, याद दिलाना।

ऐसा बना, और बढ़ा,
कभी न घटने वाला, इतिहास।

पुनरावृत्ति, होती रहेगी,
आज जो टला, शायद कल होगा।

उम्मीद न छोड़ना, अपनी राह चलना,
इन पन्नों पर, अपना इतिहास रचना।

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It’s Okay!

From pitch dark, to the bright sunshine,
We see it everyday, feel it everytime.

Just like them, moon and sun,
From dawn to dusk, I am my own constant.

Hide sometimes, behind the clouds,
Camouflage, with my world around.

Stand out in a crowd, feel my presence,
I Preach, follow my guidance.

I may, cry like the peak monsoon,
Or shine, like the spring.

I may, whither like autumn,
Or be cold, like the Arctic snow.

Be your own hero, let those eyes sparkle,
The mind recites, the heart actions.

It’s okay! be a little selfish,
For your sanity, health and confidence.

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Surprise

The most unexpected, the astonishing,
An experience it is, surprising.

A hope, thought and desire, unknowingly,
When come true, is surprising.

Happiness beyond words, thousand emotions,
A feeling of being loved, adulation.

Moment, of a new beginning,
Morale high, strength newfound.

Change too quick, be prepared,
Surprise is a moment, here and there.

Accept it soon, feel better now,
If you miss it, it’s a surprise gone wrong.

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Come away with me

To the mountains, the large waters,
To the forests, the never-ending beaches,
Come away with me.

Across the horizon, look beyond,
Step forward, shed the fear,
Come away with me.

Keep up the speed, hold my hand,
Match my step, move with rhythm,
Come away with me.

Light up that smile, let go of all worries,
Be yourself, blend in,
Come away with me.

Don’t stop, keep moving,
Reach the destination, later if not today,
Come away with me.

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Together, forever

It’s been a while, since we met,
Yet my heart is full, I have no regrets.

I remember our time, once in a while,
The time we spent, the last time we met.

We drifted apart, reasons known to us,
But did we move on? It dint break our trust.

I wonder sometimes, if we meet ever,
Will, we hold back our emotions together?

You came in my life, like a blazing bolt,
Turned my life, upside down in one go.

Shallow or deep, we tested waters,
Slowly built it constant, our liaison.

With grays and wrinkles, I hope to see you,
Wait up for me, I am right after you.