You ask me about life,
You ask me about pain;
When all your strife
Goes in vain.
So hear me out
It might clear your doubt -
Your life and pain
Is like blood and vein.
Truth is like a knife -
A blessing in disguise
That unveils the life
Which is hidden otherwise.
The signs are subtle -
The way it has always been.
It's up to you how you define
The things you've already seen.
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Khud se mile zamana ho gaya hai.
We all have a share of negative experiences in our lives which leads to a dark phase where we feel low and demotivated, and where we question everything - sometimes even our own lives.
The sun came up
I was studying few stuffs about imposter syndrome, and this got me into thinking about the word "deserve". So here I'm just sharing my thoughts and my way of processing things.
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The vagabond 2020:
"I wonder what he might be dreaming about."
Barefooted.
Zameen ki mohabbat me
I let my pen speak.
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