The molten pride is pampering uncovered egos
Death is silently smiling on; as the life is playing games of masquerade.
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क्या तुम नहीं जानते मेरी मनस्थिति को
एक निश्वर शरीर में मेरे तुमने ही दीप जलाया हैऔर लेकर के फिर इसकोतूफानों में चलने का हुक्म बताया हैकब तलक चलता रहूँ मै इन साँसों के सहारेये ज़िन्दगी मै जी रहा हूँ, लेकिन है ये नाम तुम्हारेक्या बताऊँ, क्या छुपाऊं,कुछ भी तो नहीं है बस में मेरेख्याल भी जो आये, उसे जानते हो तुमऑंखें…
valleys and mountains
with the thoughts in mind
life in autumn night
only sound of leaves
Winter
Shivering, tethering, flutteringTime see off the sunHeating, waving, stretchingWarm, lightSummer
Dance to music till you are alive,
All things that you acquire with passion and prideOne day will be taken away with one mighty smite.
We measure our age
And those who are moreCautious they live to dieThis wise man neverCounted his ageBecause he thinks lifeIs more than the ageWe live and death isToo short to rememberThey walk togetherOn the road of lifefor one you fearAnd to anotherYou want forever.