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I stood at the base, rope in hand, Looking at the peak so high and grand. The rocks looked fragile, my heart felt small, My fingers trembled against the great stone wall. Then your presence reached me through your voice: "You are capable, so conquer like you don't have choice" So I climbed a quarter and looked below, The dizzying height made my pulse slow. I thought I’d slip, I thought I’d die, But your voice came falling from the sky: "Don't look down, just keep your pace, You’re winning this climb, you’re not in a race." Halfway up, my footing went wrong, The rope began to sway, no longer strong. Panic hit me, I started to shake, Thinking this was the moment I’d break. But you spoke...

बेजान शरीर में एक छोटा सा गुरूर है, खुद से इश्क का अलग सा सुरूर है। ऐसा नहीं है कि दूसरों को कम आंकते है,  पर दूसरों को पहले रखने की वजह मांगते है। किसी का मन बहलाने का अब चयन नहीं करते है, खुद में खुद को व्यय करने की सनक रखते हैं। और अनजाने में कहीं कोई हो जाए नाराज, उस खबर की जाने में फिक्र नहीं रखते हैं। अकेलापन नहीं, ये खुद की खोज है, अंतर्मन की गहराई में, एक नई सोच है। हर जख्म को सहलाकर, खुद को संवारा है, खुद की रोशनी में, अब यह जग उजियारा है। बाहर की चकाचौंध में, खोया था कभी, पर अब अपनी ही राहों पर  पिरो रहा हूं कहानी। ये खुदगर्जी नहीं, इससे मैं आत्म-सम्मान मानता हूं, खुद से प्यार करना, यही जीवन का सार है जानता हूं।

हर रोज़ खुद से ये वादा करता हूँ,  कल से पक्का ये सब नहीं करूँगा,  कल से नया सवेरा होगा, नए पन्ने लिखूँगा, कल से पक्का ऐसा नहीं रहूँगा । पर 4 पंक्तियां बाद, वही फ़रियादें करता हूँ,  क्यों नहीं हुआ वैसा जैसे होना था,  क्यों नहीं कहा उससे जिससे कहना था। वो गलती है फिर भी वो गलती दोहरा रहा हूँ।  अपने ही बुने माया जाल में उलझा जा रहा हूँ, इस दर्द-ए-इश्क का बोझ बढ़ाता जा रहा हूँ। कोई आओ और इस नादान मन को समझाओ, जो भूल गया है खुद को, उसे राह दिखाओ। अब बस कल का इंतजार नहीं, आज का वादा, नहीं टूटेगा खुद से किया कोई भी इरादा।

I could speak it plain, with nothing to hide, No filter, no twist, just truth untied. It may strike you hard, like a heavy stone, But it's the path to what you’ve always known. Or I could weave it gentle, soft as air, With compassion’s thread, handled with care. Let the unspoken truth quietly unfold, So you can grasp it, steady and bold. May I hold the truth, wrapped it disguise, With words that hide and words that rise. I dress it up, half in light, half in shade, So I may shine in the mask I've made. Yet sometimes, with colors that aren’t mine, I paint the truth as a whispered lie. A canvas of hues, my created frame, Where truth grows dim and shadows claim. In the end, no matter how it’s spun, The truth will stand, when all is done. Whether in daylight or shadowed hue, It’s the path that will lead back to you.

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Last night the moon and I conversed, I poured out my love for her, How I longed to soar the sky with her, To caress her cheek and bask in her glow, But she was distant and aloof. She sang only for the one called Sun. She was so drawn to his power, She spoke of his fiery blaze, How he lit up her silver soul and share his burning rays, how she always looked at him, but never touch his glow. I asked her why she loved him so, He was so far and bright, even he hid her in his light, The only way they can meet is when the world is in eclipse,  She replied  He was her fate, the one she couldn’t forsake I wondered if she ever knew, How much I loved her too, How I cherished her every hue, She never seemed to notice me, like I was never there. But in the end It's fine, I will somehow resigned. I will always come and listen to her woes about Sun Perhaps the love we both seek never comes true But I don’t wish to end this talk Let this dialogue continue.