Tu moh mera maya bhi tu Tu jyot meri saya bhi tu Tu besharmi meri haya bhi tu Tu samandar mera naya bhi tu Tu dastoor mera fitoor bhi tu Tu dua meri ibaadat bhi tu Tu beparwahi meri lafz e gehraai bhi tu Tu asq mera aks bhi tu Tu chand meri eid bhi tu Tu raat meri nend bhi tu Tu preet meri sangeet bhi tu Tu karam meri jeet bhi tu Tu khwaab mere khayal bhi tu Tu khas mera ehsaas bhi tu Tu sukoon meri thakan bhi tu Tu ali mera momien bhi tu Tu sarfaroshi meri behoshi bhi tu Tu marz mera marham bhi tu Tu rouh meri jism ka mansab bhi tu Tu maun mera nazm bhi tu Tu ikraar mera inkaar bhi tu Tu maati meri akash bhi tu Tu dhadkan meri sans bhi tu Tu fasal meri gazal bhi tu Tu sati meri brahm murat bhi tu Tu sohbaat meri mohabbat bhi tu Tu dagar meri sahil bhi tu Tu dariya mera kinaara bhi tu Tu jhoot meri sachai bhi tu Tu khamoshi meri ruswai bhi tu Tu hasi meri khushi bhi tu Tu jindagi meri moksh bhi
Frustated by your life ,a lie you wear to sweep Behind the curtains drawn no one hears you ever weep Cursing yourself for things you dont even want When the lies of social media make your dreams to haunt
You sit alone , wasting time on phone Bursting emotions torturing hormones Present is lost past has no sense Future will drown as well no suspense
Fake materialistic satisfaction hinders real smile But you arent only one theirs a long queue in that ail You cut what you sow is universal truth A seed of cactus gives no flowers or fruit
Only the hardwork pays this day or next You run you fell you learn preaches every text Time has every thing for each one of us A step at a time makes no fuss
For legends are lived never really born Not all golden is gold some are nasty corn A reason to live is fictional you breath for your heart To hate is so human , global love a piece of art
Everyone is just looking for a chance to address Tell you stuff about life and the way one shall dress No matter how fucked you are dealing with your mess This world is totally generous imparting a lil more stress
It took me years , 19 to know The truth behind those smiles really blow No one does really care just leaving a few The more life sucked the more I grew
I had a pain that made no sense Being the victim committing the offense I almost hated my life making stuff all myself Feeling worthless as the candles no my shelf
It was the time of my later teens When every thing wrong had a wise means I dont regret the mistakes I then made For thats how life goes you fuck you fade
But at the end I got to learn If you want respect you got to earn Run for fame and stop to blame Live the fire , reflect the flame ..
It's the very First day, Which is Very unusual For her. 10 days before Only, she hit A stage, stuck Between Two conflicts Of healthy change, And a stigma, That is, PUBERTY. And now, She's extremely Worried. For her so called Menstrual cycle Is feared to begin From tomorrow. What it'll be like? Her first such Experience. Will she be Kept locked Indoors or Will be ostracized For the time being? How her so Conservative Parents are Going to react? What her mother Would've done At her first Such experience? Such varied thoughts Occupy her mind, And she lies on Her bed in frenzy Contemplating What to do? Then finally the Day arrives Wherein She awakens to An eerie kind Of silence in Her house. Like something Ominous is Going to happen. While she was Still trying to Figure it out, Two stiff hands Lift her forcibly, Taking her away To a secluded Makeshift house, Nearby her own. She shrieks in Agony, struggling To get rid of those Steely hands, But alas, all in vain. She still doesn't Lose any hope, And with some Courage, asks it, What is being Done to her? Again an odd Silence, as that Person simply Leaves, sans Responding. Then, sound Of swiftly Approaching Footsteps. And then she Hears it, those Few wretched Words, you're dirty You don't deserve To be in our house. Until this ends, You're banished. And the voice fades. It struck her like A thunderbolt of Lightning, numbing All of her senses. As thought, all her Fears somehow came To be true. She feels Utterly helpless, and Thinks, that what Wrong she has Commited. It's just a natural Cycle. How can She be simply Termed dirty by Her own parents? Did her mother also Had to face this? Owing to no answers, She just faints, Putting an end to it, At least momentarily.