I was not desired But I still joined the world In a failed attempt for heir
I was clothed and fed I played with children And survived on a little love
I was anguished at life I loathed, I lied But I still survived I faced the world I realised how different I was And how much the same
I swam in sea of doubts I drowned again & again in storms But i still survived in broken boat
I denied you, criticized you I didn’t know you I wasn’t taught to love
And you were love Broken, despaired I came to you You healed me, loved me
I behold the joy I never knew I laugh at life I once loathed Love to Lord & Love to Life I live now, I don’t just survive……..
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Let there be light
It is in the darkest of times that one discovers his lust for light
It is in his soul that he finds what is right
For a journey as complex and perplexing as the life
What isn't a struggle? Wha...
You’ll see the dawn, someday on You’ll see the dawn
someday on,
no pain gone so deep
that it cannot heal
take heart
someday on,
you’ll see the dawn
Lost love, found it again
playing in fickle hearts
but in its eter...
क्या ज़िन्दगी है ? रिश्तो की दिखावट..बनवाती मखौटे
खोखलेपन की चकाचौन्द.. पीठ पीछे भोखते..
खुश है पर अजीब सी तन्हाई..
क्या इसी जिंदगी की सच्चाई ...
नकली से पुतले.. रिश्तो का खात्मा
भटक्ती अंतरात्मा
न सुकून ना चैन...
Let Go!
‘Let go. Why do you cling to pain? There is nothing
you can do about the wrongs of yesterday. It is
not yours to judge. Why hold on to the very thing
which keeps you from hope and love?’
-Leo...
What is my life? What is my life if not a broken glass?
Cracked and dented in a million shards,
Liable to hurt others who step on the pieces.
What is my life if not like a broken harp?
The melody lost from its ...
Mama says, “I love you my girl !”
Oh my pearl, I think of you at this moment of the night,
You may be either studying or thinking of me amidst the light,
To ever forget or discard you is not within my might,
For your smilin...
O’ Lord…Help Thy World !
The old beggar stares at the lines of his impoverished hands,
the plump tuxedo-clad still dissatisfied with his deluxe brands,
the lust of wants remains invincible,
just like the beauty of ...
There were pretty days
There were many pretty days my mom told me
They would come over and kiss my dreams...
creatively mAd..! My interpretation to the sketch would only limit your thought process while locating the meaning-ness and abstract-ness in it...
Na Gayi… दास्ताँ-ऐ-ग़म उन्हें सुनाई न गयी...
अभी तक्क मेरे दिल से वो तन्हाई न गयी...
खडा रहा उसके दर पर मैं...
बरसों तक वो मुझे दिखाई न गयी...
प्यार, इश्क, मोहब्बत नाम बहुत लिए...
बस दोस्ती उनसे निभ...
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