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Be defined by you

“Normality is a paved road. It’s comfortable to walk, but no flower grows” ~ Vincent van Gogh

Let it inspire you
Or not.

All routes are littered by the travellers.
Neither collect nor become that.
Just travel through
Don’t define
Don’t be defined.

Let it inspire you
Or not.

Routes are yet to discovered
That will reward you with
Your imprints.
Be drawn to the goals
And not the litter.

Let it inspire you
Or not.

“The road to hell is paved with good intentions”


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The Inferno

The raging inferno is theirs

It’s never about you

Let go


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धैर्य नष्ट, अपार कष्ट
रात काली, व्यथा वाली
वज़ह? मामूली!
पड़ोस का घर रौशनी से सरोबार
जश्न और ठहाकों में नुक्स हजार!


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A feathery brush of Dandelions against your skin

or a hushed pulsation shunning in a quiet corner

sometimes cloaking a secluded reply

a shy smile in a genial demeanor

You can never fathom

the truth they undeniably live.

And if you catch a glimpse of the fulgor

oozing out of the corner of their pure misty eyes

you would witness how tiny droplets of moments

Ripen into the rarest of invaluable

twinkling pearls.


like morning dewdrops

trickling down the blade of grass.


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My whereabouts

While trying to catch the drift it is intuitable that I am not in the quest for something which can be proved.

Drawn to the quiet bliss of the moonlight dancing on the floor of a river and to the gaieties of a tiny speck of life.

Since the dawn of the journey, been tossed to something that has nothing to do with proofs. it’s festivities and

rapturous hellos. Asudden, I found myself in a dense jungle of meanings.. where I get the wind of my shrieking

self. In a moment’s sonder I observe them, proving themselves what they need to. Been oblivious to their journeys

and the routes they travelled. and it takes me to something I’ve been trying to get rid of –an old me, looking for

proofs, in the constant struggle of finding something to that I can surrender and unleash myself from me. An urge

to break free completely glides through my whereabouts. Still, love the hilarity of proving the nonsense of proving.



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Let life lead

When enforced on someone,

Imaginary idealism loses its meaning

That awaits voyagers to take it.

Voicing opinion on ways others hit it is often rude,

When you’re oblivious to the journeys of weak seedlings

And it becomes bestial when you know their struggles and scars.

Life begins to lose its meaning when we don’t stand up

Against the crime done to an innocent soul.

We allow a part of our soul to die each time

When we choose to follow the same rotten practices

That kept it veiled in secrecy;

Giving it the sky to proliferate.

Keeping the life light and fun is life-saving,

Not just to some

Rather becomes a must to each, at one point in life.

Politics submerged in fake imaginary fights gets distorted

That catches some meaning only when the ground is laid

To nourish the innocence, beauty and divine creative forces

And let it burst forth, soar newer heights.

Let the soundness of the system protect the rights and choices of each.

Rise, bring out the rebel in you that protects humanity;

Directing it, letting it make and break us

Letting it discipline us,

And the touch of emerging grace kindle our souls.

Let us see how life quietly creates itself.

Let it thrive.

Let life lead.