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A little too much

Perhaps I am too much Not perhaps I actually am And unfortunately  I know it I was always like this Although it's ironic Because I try my best  Not to be  But the more I try to suppress The more I pop-up on the surface One day  (Although it wasn't a single day) I sat in my room With all the required tools Dissected myself whole To understand the rules And I changed  The proportions of my personality  Like an alchemist  I took a bit of me And diluted And diluted  And diluted  (Then I stopped When I was about to disappear ) I thought this is enough  So, I went out With a little bit of me 'Diluted Me' But I still made the air denser  And the light shift What else can I do ? I am a little too much But perhaps I will always be Because if I am not Then it's not me
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तू कौन है ?

मेरी निगाहें तेरे अंशों को खोजती हैं तेरे बिखेरे शब्दों में तेरी धुंधली तस्वीरों में तेरी अनदेखी कहानियों में तेरा वजूद ना पहुंच सके उन दीवारों की दरारों में पर तू कहीं नहीं है  लेकिन तू हर जगह है                      (मेरा अतीत)                          -प्रावी 
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Eyes

Look into eyes Look deep into  Those eyes The keeper The grave The story-teller Is that why  They're just beautiful  For they have cried And kept many unshed tears They have smiled But buried many untold fears They have stories to tell Always  If you just take a moment  And not avoid  They will tell you lores Overjoyed But they'll also sense  If you don't pay heed And then those very eyes run Hither and thither  In search of the shattered pieces Of their tattered tale Because once you look away They never look into you again 
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Cage

At the end I couldn't escape This cage And how could I When it's made of  My very bones  And locked by My very blood I sit staring At that enchanted door Only once did it open  Or so I thought  And I went out Or so did I remember  Was it all a facade Who cares Because after all All I could do was To pretend  Smiles Tears Worries Fears I could no longer differentiate  What was originally  Mine But who cares When at the end I returned  Or thrown back Into this cage again Would it have been better If I never realised  Lived all my life  Happily confined I have this thought sometimes  Because going out was no better  I got tired Of people  Of myself Of this envy  How do they do that? Why is it so easy for them? Why can't I? Why do I always have to fight? And I only took a Sigh  Then booom!! Back in the cage To be honest  I kinda felt comfortable  It has been my home after all But that's not how it work...
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