Senseles

Whatever colors are painted,
howsoever loud screams get,
limitless tears could be shed;
it will remain
colorless,
soundless
and dry.

Doesn't matter how desperate
tries are,
Regardless of lying
above ground
or below,
it could never
be embraced.

The dreams
of following own shadow
must be burned.
It would never
lead one to return.

Better you accept it
or turn a blind.

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Parchhaiyon se meri, main raahon ko tarasta raha
Zindagi bhar yunhi, main sar-e-raah bhatakta raha

Kari bahut koshishen tod dene ko unaki khamoshi
Garm mausam me har baar, sookhe darya bharta raha

Chasm-e-chaahat thi khoye rango ko fir se paane ki
Sookhe hothon se magar, zamin khushk karta raha

Un haawaaon me kahaan zor tha mujhko mitaane ka
Apani saanson se jiya, apani saanson se marta raha

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Sim