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Age

Age is like this little squirrel Which passes by leaving baby footprints etched in thoughts, they stay awhile before getting lost in the sands of time The little squirrel runs fast The realization of an year spend, sinks slower than that Age does not keep books to look over to turn back and discover how the year really went Good deeds or bad; go-getter or loser Time does not stop to take stock It is another year, and just like the last one Life must move on. An year is a sign, that there is less time to dream dreams that the child had planned to dream to build castles that always looked down upon him to read books that he collected in his treasure trove and there is less time to spend with the world around him with the little circle he grew up in Age takes a toll for everyone More grey hairs, broken teeth, bent backs every passing year. On the brighter side, there are new born infants with toothless smiles with angel like faces and dreamy blue eyes Age is meaningless for them-they have
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Dreams

Do you still dream of our favorite boulevard? of holding hands, unfettered, unseen of laughing like two maverick birds in the sky Saying those words, taking the plunge Of undying promises, unseen territories two clueless wanderers in a star strewn galaxy Do you still miss those lazy evenings? Those walks on the old bridge Fighting for stolen apples near the neighborhood orchard Carving names on the old birch trees Of hidden treasures on the rooftop Of playing hide and seek in the palm grove Do you miss my voice that woke you up from slumber? Of watching movies in a dingy theatre Of running in the rain. Opening mouths to taste the sky. Pretending to study in the local library My eyes fixed on you and the pages kept turning by themselves Do you not miss times that have gone and would never return? No matter how much I call them back The earth and the sky. The home that I miss. The courtyard where we grew When love was unsaid, unheard, unfelt It was just there. Always for us. Why is it so
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Scary Dreams

  I am scared of dreams Life's unfair. Don't you and I know. Why do we see dreams and hope to hope. The days when we crawled to see the sky. You held my hand and I held yours tight. But the heavens turned their eyes aside. We were always the loners in our empty sky. You tell me, this world ain't meant for us that we should run from it, far away and I should see my dreams in your dreamless eyes and that's how life will be every day. I want to differ. To tell you, I am a dreamer But no more. I am scared of dreams. I am scared they might never turn true. And I will lose both, the dreams, and you. Choice isn't mine. It's not even yours. It's his choice what he wants us as. As puppets in his hands or birds in his sky. I will live, if he lets you survive. Fate is cruel. Don't you and I know. Why do we see dreams and hope to hope.
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When old memories crop up

Could we be friends again and wish we never split apart Burn down the walls that we build over time Hope for things to fall back in place Never make the same mistake Yet, from the mould of memories, can you siphon out the hate and the anger the bickerings and the harsh words, that made you a complete stranger would you trust me again, and confide in me and would I leave myself in your hands, forever, safely We will be friends, but distant ones and I will hope I will never have to face you again We will talk but keep the past out of it and shirk if its brought up just for old times' sake Is it worth picking up the split glass then.. I will hurt my fingers in the act again and maybe it will make me fonder for you but is it possible to forge shattered memories. I can build up my hopes in understanding you But will you really understand me maybe you will laugh at my sentimental mumbo jumbo, and break the shards of memories Yet I want to give you a chance, which I did not when we turned
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Alvida

  kehne ke bahut se zariye hain magar, kehna ho alvida tumhein to kaise kahein honth khulte hain magar kaanp kar rah jaate hain, lafzon ko nikalne ki ijaazat kaise dein, dehleez par tum kab talak rahoge khade, paanv bahar jo nikalo to hum koi baat kahein, na tum mein hai itna jazbaa ki gam ko jazb karo, na main hi hoon khuda ki khud ko rok sakoon, hawa ka shor hai bas beech apne, par main dhadkan ki har awaaz kaise gart karoon, padhke saanson ko tumhari hairat mein hain meri saansein, kahin dil se nikal jaane ki na jurrat ye karein, kehne ke bahut se zariye hain magar, kehna ho alvida tumhein to kaise kahein honth khulte hain magar kaanp kar rah jaate hain, lafzon ko nikalne ki ijaazat kaise dein, hain kai shokh wadiyon ke raaste aage, tum mujhe bhool bhi sakte ho wahan par jaakar fir kyon kadam rok kar rah jaate ho, mujhse darte ho ya khud se, ya rahte ho hakeekat se dar kar yahin dhoondho, tumhari ungaliyon ke hain nishaan yahin, kisi daali par kurede honge hum donon ke naam inse poo
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Aas Aasha Aastha

khwaab hoon tumhari aankhon ka.. jab palkon ko jhukate ho tum tab kahin gahan andhakar se nikal kar, tumhein choo jaati hoon main fir bhar deti hoon sapnon mein rangon ke anek dhaage, jinhein bun kar tum apni kalpanayein banate ho main anant hoon, anashwar, tumhara srujan hone se pehle bhi main wahin thi tumhare us nanhe se adrishya hriday mein dhadakti hui... tumhari vishwa ko jaanane ki jigyasa mein liptee hui tumhare har mantavya ko samajhti hui main nayi kritiyon se parichay karati thi tumhara phoolon ki pankhuriyon ki narmee aur suraj ki taptee garmi ka nazaara main tumahri soch mein hoon nishpaksh se santosh mein hoon main tumhari kalpana ke har naye abhishek mein hoon mujhko dhoondho, mujhko khojo main jeevan strot hoon tumhara mujhpar hi to hai aadharit har ek parishram tumhara taap jitna hai hriday mein utna mujhko chahte ho aasha hoon main, astha main, main bharosa hoon tumhara
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LONG LIVE THE GRAFFITI

Even when I am gone away My shadow lingers to this day Through this scratching on the wall I will stay a superstar In this alley, on this road Everyone will know my name Coz’ it’s engraved on the wall I am still a superstar Memories, the haunting ones Are written down on the classroom door It has my names and those of my friends Our nicks etched in the panel below Those friends are spread across seven seas Yet there was a time when this was our world It’s to remember that time bygone And those friends that I could never mourn Coz’ my soul breathes among these walls Out here, I am still a superstar On the crossroad, by the lamp I met that girl who lived my dream On the bylane by the sea She blew me my very first kiss We wrote our names on the rundown tree And a heart and an arrow, in between I forgot her name but the graffiti reminds Coz’ its still there, a little faded but alive Memories live through these uneven prints And the smudged ink from a broken pen The nicks, the names, the he
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