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Do turn mad,
When beatan up to unbearable depth,
Of a conflicting cerebral chamber,
Suffocating under the mask of normality,
When different things..
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The end of illusions,
Is not very smooth, neither rough,
Yet it is not less painful,
Than the illusion itself,
The hungers of the soul,
Are not r..
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Does it make any difference,
I clamoured for you, fourteen long years,
fourteen long years! it is easy to say,
I melt in a row, my mother told,
As..
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Whoever has begged or manipulated,
Competing with the silence of logic,
Residing in the catacomb of heart
Crawling out of viscous love,
Super huma..
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Hindi version published in Amar Ujala March 2004
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At last I have realized it
Or may be it is the beginning
From all the faces of innocence
I have moved to vulgarity,
Where once through the window ..
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Hindi version published in Delhi magazine in may 2005 issue
Translations of poetry are always not so convincing and bad part of this, I am a worst t..
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Holding a pen
I sit
Searching a poem
Which is rendering between
Heart and the mess of words
Whom eyes are trying to find
In unknown horizons
Is actual..
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Philosophy visit everyday
Though with a different face,
it proposes
to seek approval
But who can help those
who are in consistent in thoughts
A..
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Youngsters leaving their parents to old age homes to feel themselves free
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