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Language & Writing

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Hap-pi-ness noun

The state of being happy
Looking at the happiness in the face of a small, playing child he didn't know, the old man felt a familiar longing in his heart

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The delicate morning sunshine filters in through the window curtains, dispelling the chill of the gloomy night.

As the numbness of the winter slowly disappears ceding it’s place to a readily perceptible warmth in the air, my heart filled up with hope- hope for a change. Last two years have been testing times for me. I wondered- ‘Why does something as noxious as loneliness exist?’. Of late, I have found myself plunging deep into this dark bottomless pit of solitude. Every day, I walk down the aisle of the temple, sit on the rung and stare blankly at the peacefully flowing water of the holy Ganges. People come and people go oblivious of what’s happening around them. More crowded the temple gets, the lonelier everyone becomes. I ponder- ‘Why don’t so many people out there walking side by side on the same stairs, buying sweets from the same shop give half-a-friendly glance or smile?’ I quickly tell myself- ‘Because after all, all of us are strangers.’ It is a big city which throbs with life every moment & yet it is so lifeless. It’s a rule to behave like a mundane cyborg and go about your business not caring an iota about what others are up to.

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I see a girl with an ice-cream
I see a woman passing down the street
I see the man who sits on the street
Asking for something to hold on
And I try to understand.

I see a boy with the banner
I see a dog barking, running, jumping
I see young guns smoking
And the girls, they flaunt carelessly
Looking for something to hold on
And I try to understand


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The world looks better through a wall

No more waiting for the holy call

Clouds of terror spread without a trace

A violent world fallen from grace

The worlds a demon it’ll hold you still

It’ll make you breathe against your will

You’re filled with anger, fear and greed

Heavens far we’re stuck in purgatory

We welcome darkness with a smile

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Life is like a long walk in the rain,
some people love it and some don’t,
you get wet all the time,
sometimes you may find shelter,
you may see a rainbow forming a bridge to the heavens; 
or find peace in sharing an umbrella with another traveller,
or maybe step in a few puddles,
the lucky may even get a lift from some passing car,
the unlucky get water splashed on by the same car,
but you must continue walking,
not stopping is the key, 
because if you stop, you die

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I say we need a lover to love,

But do we need a lover to love.

They say the best way to know

Is to search the inner self;

The best way to know is to look within oneself;

Deeper, each time.

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Mirror on the wall,

Fairest of them all,

Glittering shards of ice.

She stands before the dark,

Her hair is unbound,

The skies are once more alive.

Silence drowns out the sound of her sobs,

The quiet is her only home.

The darkness seeks to eclipse her,

While she stands by the rain-wet window.

 

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Ripples formed on the surface.
Disturbance,
Disturbance was constant.
But this was another kind of disturbance.
She looked up at the sky so full of lights,
When she was roughly pulled into a shelter by her imah
Clutching her run-down, blue, knee-length skirt,
She wondered.

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Let me be me,

For I am a girl of silence.

I struggle with words to define me,

Regardless you understand me.

 

Let me be me,

For I dance to the beat of the rain,

Singing the song of love and pain.

 

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You and I , hope and rage

I see destruction in our eyes

Can we re construct our lives

Accepting our fate

We have to use our rage and fuse it with grace

Feeding our souls, starving the hate

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Cold clammy hands,
Spark electricity
Through my bloodless face.
Dark molten eyes,
Teleport me to a
Familiar yet alien place.

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Your silence screams unspoken words that only I can hark

Bright flames of the past extinguished, the present seems so dark

Your lack of voice, words and speech are much too pain to bear

Day after day, night after night; do you sincerely not care?

 

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Softly dwindles the soothing twilight,
Making way for the lonely, lupine night,
Darkness closes in, grimly shunning light,
And with the shadowy, severe, dark;
They come to make their mark,
They come with minds raving stark,
They come; they relentlessly come.

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Fire! Everywhere! And I have been strucked down by a broken log

An Old man runs towards me, blurred. Alfred! Thank god!

"What's the use of all those push-ups if u can't pick this log?"

Nonetheless he was true, with all my strength i came through.

Helping me out of this wretched inferno, Alfred my saviour, my mentor.

Lucky, the down shaft elevator didn't catch fire

Ra's Al Ghul will dearly pay for this desire, of his.

But it was his that i burned down before, which I'm dearly paying for.

The shaft comes crashing down as i see the devil playing with fire.

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Beyond the blue of the sky;

And the blues of my life,

A little above the secrets and lies,

There is a place, where bliss thrives.

Beneath the veil of the angels,

Beyond the heavy masks of disguise,

There is a place, with no lies.

Beyond the fear of rejection,

Beyond all you’ve said and heard,

There is a place, where nobody cries. 

Where prolonged pleasure is the dose of the day,

Where people tend to remain joyous, and gay.

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A moment left incomplete,

Without your memories bringing joy,

You exist in the world like sunshine.

Entities, emotions, a li’l bearable with your presence,

Living in bright light.

 

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In the desert of mankind as the sand beneath me slips past,

There’s no escape; No primrose path to freedom,

A facade of benevolence everywhere I look,

A malicious grin lurks in every nook.

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Somewhere amidst the chaos of beliefs and supreme powers, in the dark alleys of madmen brainwashed by the greedy politics of man, within the small joy of the known and the mysteries of the unknown, India sits at the roots of a tree, its back rested on the bark. It has no permanent address, no unique identity of its own, its eyes observing the affairs of the day, but weeping at its own helplessness. It walks with the cane of hope, its eyes hungry for a pacifying horizon. India lies in the alleys of Lahore, where a Hindu boy, plays hide and seek with a Muslim boy, India lies in the chaos of Chandni Chowk where the shopkeeper runs behind the customer with a worried smile of being able to give him what he forgot at the shop. India runs through its vast network of railway tracks encompassing the changing features of the land and the varied beauties of the faces of women walking back home after filling water at the well. India lies in the calmness of the temple courtyards, it lies in the homecoming of the eldest daughter in law, it lies in the eyes of a wife awaiting her husband as the sun sets.

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