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  • ayushgarg 4w

    The world keeps me awake
    have to find a way out,
    maybe, to follow the light of life
    or just to witness what it's all about.

    All the streets are connected
    yet I can't go back,
    can't even wait for someone here
    everything turns black.

    All the things that I crave
    are out of my sight.
    But why am I so vulnerable here?
    How did I end up all alone in this plight?

    They gave me the proposition
    but never the ambition,
    they designed a dream; full of life.
    But why does it fail to function?

    The world keeps me awake
    have to find a way out,
    maybe, to follow the light of life
    or just to witness what it's all about.


    ©Writing_beyond_everything

  • ayushgarg 4w

    कुछ दिनों से धूप बहुत तेज़ है |
    माँ कहती है, ऐसी चिलचिलाती धूप की बेचैनी के बाद ही झमाझम बारिश की दुआ कबूल होती है |

    ©Writing_beyond_everything

  • ayushgarg 5w

    Let's go and fly over the rainbow
    Life is too dark here


    ©Writing_beyond_everything

  • ayushgarg 7w

    Don't wait for me up there in the sky,
    it may take me a while.
    I'm still here on the ground,
    trying to make all my misery feel less futile.

    I'm not alone here,
    still friends with the silent tears.
    Will I be able to make it?
    Still haunted by the ruthless fears.

    Days are mean to me,
    cruel are the nights.
    I am just crawling every moment,
    trying to make it to the lights.

    Don't wait for me up there in the sky,
    it may take me a while.
    I'm still here on the ground,
    trying to make all my misery feel less futile.

    ©Writing_beyond_everything

  • ayushgarg 7w

    The truth doesn't matter, it's all about the contrasting yet true versions of reality of both sides. These sides have varying amounts of attachments and pain involved.

    But why am I only seeing this now?


    ©Writing_beyond_everything

  • ayushgarg 7w

    जिस रोज़ बहाने खत्म हो गए,
    तो क्या करोगे?


    ©Writing_beyond_everything

  • ayushgarg 8w

    We all know that we are moving somewhere. Either towards the end or towards a start.
    So, why do we feel stuck?


    ©Writing_beyond_everything

  • ayushgarg 8w

    वो चला गया उसे जाना था
    बचा उसपे अब ना कोई बहाना था
    डरता था की वो मासूम चेहरे मायूस हो जायँगे
    तो खुद से हार कर, यूँ डर कर अब क्या है चारा था
    वो चला गया उसे जाना था
    बचा उसपे अब ना कोई बहाना था

    वो रोया भी होगा, थोड़ा झगडा भी होगा
    चीखा भी होगा वो चिल्लाया भी होगा
    दिल का एक ख़त लिख कर कुछ लोगों तक पहुंचाया भी होगा
    उनकी बेरुख़ी बर्दाश्त कर के अब क्या ही पाना था
    वो चला गया उसे जाना था
    बचा उसपे अब ना कोई बहाना था

    दर्द तो हर किसी को होता है
    हर ज़िन्दगी में एक काँटा भी होता है
    इन काँटों से भरे फूलों पर यूँ चल के अब किससे ही मिलना था
    वो चला गया उसे जाना था
    बचा उसपे अब ना कोई बहाना था

    वो चला गया उसे जाना था
    बचा उसपे अब ना कोई बहाना था


    ©Writing_beyond_everything

  • ayushgarg 9w

    You don't know what you want, where you'd like to push
    you're breaking everyday and yet you're in a rush.
    After all this time you're still here, maybe just to cry a little every once in a while,
    you're on a quest for some answers; so you can find your way to the land of smile.

    What are these answers you're searching for? Have you written down all your questions somewhere? How many are there? What do they really ask? Do you really need these answers? Do you already know the answers to some of them or maybe all of them?
    Do you?

    You're under the cloud you've mounted for yourself, giving you the rainfall of tears,
    you deserve a life not just overwhelming after some beers.

    Don't know how'd I explain you the things again which you already know,
    maybe, do this or do that, but it will never follow.

    Wipe your tears, I am here to give you a ride back home,
    where you can sleep like you used to when you're not tortured under this massive dome.

    ©Writing_beyond_everything

  • ayushgarg 10w

    It is all dark to the end

    It's just been a couple of seconds, just a few steps away from the abode
    I can feel the burning feet.

    They told us there will be a way around like there was before
    but it is strange; it is untried.

    No shadows are approaching
    as far as my eyes can see: it is all dark to the end.
    No pillars to hide behind or maybe, just to sit and cry.
    There has to be a release, we've lost enough.


    ©Writing_beyond_everything