My pen is bending
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Should
I
Write
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My eyes are blind
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Should
I
Drive
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When my lights dim
The clips break
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I’m struggling  
Too hold everything together
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My sky view shows a pilot twist
The sunset spirals while my flight dies
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I see the windshield break
But I believe a blank canvas can still blink
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I’m suffering
Too keep my passion from being passed on
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• The break down on the dead end •
• My pen scribbles life into existence •
•The one way spilts my paper into gray•
•My drive collided with my sight of color•
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The love of life
Drifts away
While my
Bullets create
Turns of O-pens
Circling back around
Too the plot of sunrises
The light begins a new trip
The wind brings back the shattered pieces
The glass is finally made to be seen through
And I start to see outside the review

आज मन में ये सवाल उठता है

क्यों किसी से बात करने का मन करता है

जब खोए हुए हैं सब अपनी ही दुनिया में

तो क्यों उन्हें तलाशने को जी करता है आज मन में ये सवाल उठता है,,,

कहते तो सब हैं कि हम साथ हैं

दूर हैं लेकिन तुम्हारे पास हैं

फिर ये साथ अधूरा क्यों लगता है

आज मन में ये सवाल उठता है,,,

मीठा बोल के लोग पीछे छुरी चलाते हैं

करते थे अब तक जो नफ़रत हमसे

अब वो साथ मुस्कुराते हैं

अपनी कही बातों से हर दिन मुकर जाते हैं

कभी करते हैं हाँ तो कभी ना कर जाते हैं

रोज़ बदलते रिश्तों पर विश्वास कैसे हो सकता है

आज मन में ये सवाल उठता है,,

          

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Changing relationships


...Today a question arises in the mind
Why would you like to talk to someone
When all are lost in their own world
So why does he live to find them today, this question arises in the mind ,,,
Everyone says that we are together
Away but you have
Why does it feel incomplete then
Today, this question arises in the mind ,,,
People speak sweetly behind a knife
Who used to hate us till now
Now they smile together
Go back on his words every day
Sometimes they do, sometimes they do
How to trust daily changing relationships
Today, this question arises in the mind,