u dont know this

क्या वो में हूँ वहां जो ऊपर खड़ा है?
क्या वो में हूँ वहां जो अकेला बड़ा है?
सच हैं वो जो यहाँ से कभी भी दिखते नहीं थे
या सच हैं वो फूल जो अभी बिखरे पड़े हैं|

कविताएँ वो सपने सच थे ?
या क्या सच था वो जो सराहा सारा,
सच समझ ये सबकुछ जो समझा
क्या व्यर्थ था केवल वो आभास तुम्हारा

जो कहना था, कभी कह न पाया
डर कर जिस चाहत से, छूटा साथ तुम्हारा
न कभी पूछा तुमने न कभी समझा की चाहूँ
लग रहा था क्या फर्क पड़ेगा,
की में बस जाने लगा हूँ
वह देखो शायद में ऊपर खड़ा
देखता यहीं हूँ,
चाहे आगे बड़ा हूँ|

aint it right?

who gave some1 this right to give me life

Struggling at every step

gaining pain to feel alive

striving to take air in,

why some 1 gave me this life?

 

I'm no happy no more,

and i hate to be so

can’t a sad 1 be alive?

why every 1 keeps yelling,

forcing me to buy a life?

 

its better to be dead than to be dying

its better to be SAD than to be alive

why cant i decide when to live and when to cry?

why this world gives me reason to be free?

and than asks me to try until I'm exhausted.

until the reason to try,

is to keep trying until I Die

who gave some1 this right to give me life

when I don't want to be alive?

A changed perspective

What is inside few care,

what is absent nobody knows,

and for those of you who do this is for you,

this is for you to know

sometimes you don’t speak

sometimes you are unable to

there are times when you really want to kill somebody

difference is but one,

you care for it when it begins

and I never cared till it was done.

The process humbly requested many things

and I gave everything I could,

but powerful ones this is what I perceive,

is what I got in return.

Now I don’t care about dreams,

I don’t fear outcomes,

relationships, I hate easy to make and hard to break.

Darkness I thought I love,

was the thing I feared the most

the series of recursive defeats and shadows of unknown,

are partially left, partially gone.

Now I love it,

now I know what it means

it gives me reason for being alone,

as darkness in my life

is partially left, partially gone.

ABOUT ME

I think the world hates me

But only few of them actually do including me

The membrane to hate around me forces me to hear and breathe the same

Pain addictions and me are the ones to blame

I don’t see love anymore anywhere

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Something inside me compels me to be aware

Human nature is on decline inside me

And this what you see is only a programmed interface that I wear

I wanna live

And I want this ‘I’ to be me

ONLY ME