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आफ़ताब वो हसीं... है छुपा यहीं कहीं 🔆
June 13, 2019
 

I love how you put faith on your wings

But skies too can be a fickle place

So don't dive in unless you check for the winds..

PASSION OVER PERFECT
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June 12, 2019
 

I have written the mistful tales of your kindness into pages that'll last beyond me.
I have inked a deeper sense of your being into these words so they may find their way back to you or another reckless heart
and I hope when they are finally open, my lines resonate of chaos, love and equilibrium and how order and control stood nowhere between them.
In that moment, when my sweet story transcends through time, being indelible - my peace would no longer be riddled.

PASSION OVER PERFECT
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December 22, 2017
 

The Orion is in sight,
as long as the winds leave these waters untouched.
Occasionally,they turn to blurred shimmers,
almost like a hand waving at me.
Breaking through, some far away place
where there are only stars,no Moon.
Calling at me- "There is no illusion of freedom here, come along".
and no matter the efforts,
these arms don't move.I cant swim through.
I've let these waters take out all heat in me.
not long, before i accept these waters as my grave
until the dance is done.
from below, i see the heavenly lights.
Convincing myself,
all this is a mere reflection and
Orion's the one actually sunk.

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December 3, 2017
 

Lies will feed you
Success stories will haze your way back home
and regret will take a grip of your arms.
Those fatherly lessons and brotherly advices would wither away.

They do not sustain.

You are different.
You're the form universe took to explore itself.
Don't crawl on an already paved path


-SK




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December 1, 2017
 

As he draws out his arms pointing at invisible things around him as he tells away his secrets to life, he says- 'use your size to the fullest'.

the naive boy swirled away in paranoia, seeking an answer seemingly satisfying from any lively entity nearby, up to no avail.

As years pass by, he thinks of incident as a noose loosening with the span of time , he felt freer and wiser. The odds favored him.

and when he had spent all the energy, all that light in search for something which was internally achievable,  all that wisdom, all that knowledge swept away in a moment.

it was then he understood, the old man's wrinkles didn't lie, his tales held truth and that his riddle was a a trap...

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November 24, 2017
 

                                                   C.O.N.C.R.E.T.E



As you begin to sink down the newly cemented crib beside the highway
the arms you tightly hold onto ,
hoping will stay until the horizon,
or least until the dusk fell
Will hold you long enough to let you sink in.
Let the concrete settle.
and then leave.

at first you take it for a mere joke
so its likely you laugh it off

only if you had known the guilty pleasure of our kind
to be fond of the non-changing.
and how we've subconsciously hindered each other's growth.

Watering our plants enough, only so they may live, not thrive.


-SK




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November 20, 2017
 

These species are peculiar.
They seek extraordinary in the ordinary.
Spend their lives looking for perfection
midst preaching about how its a bliss.
Bonding, with other humans, as though mining through their mind.
Digging, deeper and deeper
in search for something as peculiar as themselves.
and they don't stop when they're tired, or when they've found the gold
They stop when their flame of interest burns out.





Stay interesting.
-SK

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November 9, 2017
 

And when the petals of that rose, i so lovingly put on your ear, start to wither off, you'll read my quotes embroidered with golden metaphors
and for a moment, you'll relate and see life to be much more.

And when you lay your hair back, curiously peeking into that diary you stole from me,
you'll expect yourself to be immortal, as words, in some story I never wrote..

You'll know, you have no part in it
But you'll convince yourself with the fact that nobody else does either.

And when we see each other again, I won't mention the stolen diary and you won't mention how I gave up on the stars.

-Sk

ENDLESS STARS
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November 2, 2017
 



Knowing, isn't knowing someone by the face
Knowing doesn't count for all the years you've been together
Knowing is not being wary of every physical detail and those little flaws. you pretend to accept.

Knowing, is a beautiful connection of vulnerability.
a state of being vulnerable in full consciousness. Giving away the key to your core, exposing the tiniest yet deadly ways for them to hurt you, Its the biggest gamble  a man can ever do. Give away the key to his heart.

-SK

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October 30, 2017
 

Perhaps, i was the tinge of paint diving into the ocean, hoping it would take my color. But instead, it took mine.

-SK

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October 30, 2017
 

Stars left out to guide me, in my sleepless nights with the after-rain pitter-in against the metal sunshades, to give me some nocturnal company.

They say water makes you heavy-eyed, makes those very stars sing a lullaby and put you to sleep. It hasn't worked for me yet.
The fear of the unknown, the fear of the forthcoming shadow of uncertainty
keeps me awake.

As i look for things to do, things to tire upon, i wonder why i stopped doing the things i did. The things i loved. Things that drove me.


Perhaps, i jumped into the puddle and since then been sinking down the never ending waters. Perhaps, i was the tinge of paint diving into the ocean, hoping it would take my color. But in...

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February 16, 2017
 

The Creative juices have all been used up on the words of love and betrayal. In the beautiful spectrum of northern lights, he saw only red, the color of love.  

Perhaps because, it was the easiest of all, to write on.
Words came out like water, effortlessly flowing out into the papers.

Clueless about why these papers were placed upon all the other emotions which shaped him, into him.

Out of all, was it only love which was meant to be indelible?
Do the other inks wash away that easy?


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January 31, 2017
 

Do you see those clips of those beautiful couple smiling and kissing and being  sunk so deep down in the sea of love?

That High-definition camera focusing into their eyes, its almost impossible to lie about the feeling, They're so bright,brighter than the camera lens, her eyes, And his too.

Do you wonder if they've figured out if they're in love with each other or in love with that exotic island behind them, in those pictures  or maybe  the Camera?

Don't you envy their love?

Or does it make your heart all warm and fuzzy

Knowing, they've set the standards so high.

That the ideal body is the ideal body. That the ideal smile, is the ideal smile,
that your life will have no ...

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January 29, 2017
 

A Child making countless attempts to hold in as much dirt in his hands, without a thought or a tinge of doubt that the attempts are futile,

Like that innocent soul, trying to pull out his hand out of the candy jar without wanting to give up, whats already been taken.

And that puppy by the corner of the lawn, chained to his so called 'house', yet wiggling his tail out of happiness after seeing the very captor, his Master.

I wonder, why the ones clueless about the world, can smile and giggle without an effort and we, the matured, the so-called-adults have forgotten
what being happy felt like.

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June 18, 2015
 

With the darkness, taking over the horizon, you'll know that you will see this through, for if not the sun, i will send out stars and the moon to light up your way.

And when the world is guarded and dominated by the steel men, you- Glass one, who got mocked for being fragile, will reveal, that they too were glass men inside their vain silver armors.

And when the world has drained all you'd saved for long, hopes-all dim and the only light you'd been holding-about to go off, I'll tell you, they might have what they need to survive in this world, but you've got what this world needs to survive.

-K

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June 6, 2016
 

The jailers wondered the peculiarity with his solitary confinement.
Small-talks around the prison grounds, expressing curiosity rather than grief, as to how he kept himself sane in the high security cell.

Seemingly more of a 'time-out' rather than a lifetime of sentence for something that he'd never done, But he had accepted his fate.

After the guards changed that night,one came towards his cell and queried-
'Are you not sorry for what you did? do you not repent? '

The prisoner gave a cold dead look to the officer with an almost unnoticeable smile and whispered-

' You've confined my body to these walls, but have also set off my mind to explore the universe.'

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June 5, 2016
 

I've seen the way their eyes gazed at me.

how, for a one split of a second they wanted me to see the inside,what really lied within, the pages inside forbidden covers.

The comfort, and how safe and sound they were, with me being the solitary spectator, keeping their mask intact while peeking a bit inside.

Its almost invoking, the lack of will to express due to the fear of vulnerability, and how it takes a quick turn in the spur of a moment as though a human mind wants to give away 'something-to everyone'.

After the moment's passed though, they're back at their so called real selves hoping i will forget whatever i'd seen, and pretending to forget whatever they'd shown.

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May 14, 2016
 

Splash out the change when life stops making sense and feels like a checklist you have to strike off.
Shred out those lies you've been telling yourself and the ones you love.
Dry off those tears which dropped in vain and promise yourself not to shed them for the same, again.

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May 11, 2016
 


As i fall back and succumb to her motherly love and tender hands, i hear-

- "Stop this madness Malakai. How many gems have you thrown away on your quest for the perfect stone? "

Heart made to reconcile, but my words stern, come out-

-" Not that i haven't tried mother.
It might not be a purpose,  but it gives me one.

Even for that tiniest moment that i had owned these stones, it felt royally satisfying, Until just moments later, i pelt them up, to the sky and long for a new quest, a search for a new stone."

Silence lingered in the dry winter winds as mother looked down upon an abandoned one i stomped on few moments ago-

" What about that one? What are the odds of you findi...

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March 8, 2016
 




Gaze upon these standing towers,
I've made, and perfected in the times all gone,
Just to watch them wreck under a full moon
as i touch the misty-grass bristles along the way.
I've made these cells, tainted with lies
to please, to praise, and for the men to boast.
But one fine dusk, the bars will melt, the towers will fall
Breaking all cells, i'll set myself free.
And, when the men, they pass, they'll see, they'll talk,
of how loose, the sand & silt, how weak the foundation "he lay".
Whilst the mockery and the giggles, in some cafe nearby,
You'll see me laughing along with them.


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January 29, 2016
 

The bubble I've made, and put myself in, makes me believe its keeping me safe, but all it has ever done is alter the images of the outside, in my mind. I know the outside is a much better world,
Its as though what i created has consumed me over time.
I'll put all my efforts to pop it out and escape.

-K

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January 29, 2016
 

The world's getting short of steel bodies and is being invaded by glass-men.
These men don't crib about the metal noises and are peacefully content with their own music.

The metal-men are proud that they are mighty and can bear the slashes and the bumps, but they don't realize the glass-men won't ever fight,
for the greater and the common good. With the loss of might, loss of division, the blending of men is finally achievable.

Everyone's smiling warmly as the steel men un-arm themselves and uncover their armors, and uncover their armors, only to show that they too were 'glass-men' deep inside.

-K

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January 1, 2016
 

I've never been fond of reading. However, i regret not reading many books when i have overwhelming ideas ready to burst out of my mind early in the morning, transiently making myself into believing i should and could, perhaps, write a good book.


This is quite true. Its like a circle, if you're not an avid listener, you'll never be a good speaker. I guess, same is the case with me.

The pen refuses to move and the mind blows up an entire portals of alternate words to pen down my thoughts, sometimes, none.


Of course, i do still have time. I'll be working on a lot of flaws soon. Might not get rid of them, but maybe on the way to perfect them, i'll find a way to live with them.

-K

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January 1, 2016
 

We preach and yell about equality all around, but i believe equality is a mirage. People have never been equal and never will.
Bounded and walled within the self made fences of 'worth' have kept us from achieving those high dreams for so long.
The hierarchy is a necessity, because there's always going to be the "special ones", and if everyone's special, nobody is.

Its as though a powerful, yet stubborn kid, from beyond the skies wants us to entertain him. We spend our entire lives combining every fragment of effort towards achieving our beliefs, dying under the illusion that we've done our part. Truth is, we haven't.

We've made ourselves into limiting our ideas of equality based on t...

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December 8, 2015
 

Better halves, Because you don't feel complete by yourself.

Better halves because they bring out the "Better half" hidden inside of you,
So together you are a "better-full"

But its only a matter of time you'd wish you learnt to be complete by yourself.

But we have this insane desire earthed deep inside our hearts which makes us want to take risks.

Maybe its worth it. Maybe..

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