Not one of them..

A thousand little daggers

piercing my heart,

Countless tries to pluck them apart

Not one of them turns into an art.

After so long…

I picked up a pen and paper

and as I sat, I felt this hollow in my heart like I cant breathe but just write.

I felt an old pain that has surfaced above , like a lost message in the bottle .

l felt the fear building around my bones,

all the uncertainity biting on my soul.

I sensed this strange, scary but , so familiar darkness around me.

After so long , I felt that my mind had too much to say but my heart was numb.

The page before me was blank.

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Ishq Koi Jang nahi Jo ladi jaye..

Ishq Koi ibaadat nahi Jo kari jaye.

Ishq toh bass ek ehsaas hai ….

Jo maane uske liye sab kuch..

Warna toh kuch bhi nahi…✨

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मत समझो इन्हे कुछ स्याही के छीठे,

ये वो लम्हे थे, जो मुझ पर बीते।

हा, कुछ लोग गुजारे के लिए लिखते होंगे।

पर मैं तो लिख के गुज़ार रही हूं,

चन्द शब्दों से रोज़ ज़िन्दगी उधार रही हूं।

इसलिए कहती हूं,

मत समझो इन्हे कुछ स्याही के छीठे ,

ये वो लम्हे थे , जो मुझ पर बीते।।

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This world is an ocean of broken hearts…

While some are searching for an edge..

Others are learning to swim.

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Ye duniya ek samandar hai tute dilo ka

Bas koi kinaara dhoond rha hai,

Toh koi taerna seekh rha hai….

I often wander into the abyss of my mind

knowing too well how it is unkind.

There,

I lose my sense of time,

letting so many hours pass by

feels nothing less than a crime.

It’s a crime.