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मैं जिसे ओढ़ता-बिछाता हूँ वो ग़ज़ल आपको सुनाता हूँ एक जंगल है तेरी आँखों में मैं जहाँ राह भूल जाता हूँ तू किसी रेल-सी गुज़रती है मैं किसी पुल-सा थरथराता हूँ हर तरफ़ ऐतराज़ होता है मैं अगर रौशनी में आता हूँ एक बाज़ू उखड़ गया जबसे और ज़्यादा वज़न उठाता हूँ मैं तुझे भूलने की कोशिश में आज कितने क़रीब पाता हूँ कौन ये फ़ासला निभाएगा मैं फ़रिश्ता हूँ सच बताता हूँ -original Written by Dushyant

Kabhi mere Ghar ki dehleez pe Jo tum kadam rakhoge Toh seelan lagi kachi deewaron pe Khud ko dekhke chaukna nahin Haan... chaukna nahin Tumhare jaane ke baad Koi inhe rangne aya nahin Tumhare jaane ke baad Koi inhe rangne aya nahin Kone mein toota sa fooldaan Bistar pe bikhri kitaabein Chaadar ki woh teekhi si silwatein Yaadon ki chubhti daraarien Socha tha koi sawaar dega Gham mein mujhe bahar dega Tumhare jaane ke baad Koi bhi dastak hui hi nahin Tumhare jaane ke baad Koi bhi dastak yahaan hui hi nahin Suna hai woh Gaalon pe bhawar liye Chalti hai nange pau Ankhon mein seher liye Suraj bujhe toh yahaan bhi ana Faaslo mein tum kho na jana Kabhi toh bhule se tum Mere iss ghar ko mehkana Kabhi toh bhule se tum Mere iss ghar ko mehkana -  Bharat Chauhan

I get so god damn lonely and sad and filled with regrets some days. It overwhelms me as I’m sitting on the bus; watching the golden leaves from a window; a sudden burst of realization in the middle of the night. I can’t help it and I can’t stop it. I’m alone as I’ve always been and sometimes it hurts…. but I’m learning to breathe deep through it and keep walking. I’m learning to make things nice for myself. To comfort my own heart when I wake up sad. To find small bits of friendship in a crowd full of strangers. To find a small moment of joy in a blue sky, in a trip somewhere not so far away, a long walk an early morning in December or a handwritten letter to an old friend simply saying ”I thought of you. I hope you’re well.” No one will come and save you. No one will come riding on a white horse and take all your worries away. You have to save yourself, little by little, day by day. Build yourself a home. Take care of your body. Find something to work on. Something that makes you ex...

You will one-day experience joy that matches this pain. You will cry euphoric tears at the Beach Boys, you will stare down at a baby’s face as she lies asleep in your lap, you will make great friends, you will eat delicious foods you haven’t tried yet, you will be able to look at a view from a high place and not assess the likelihood of dying from falling. There are books you haven’t read yet that will enrich you, films you will watch while eating extra-large buckets of popcorn, and you will dance and laugh and go for runs by the river and have late-night conversations and laugh until it hurts. Life is waiting for you. You might be stuck here for a while, but the world isn’t going anywhere. Hang on in there if you can. Life is always worth it.

You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect—you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.” ― Bob Marley

“Sometimes I think I live in a gap between two worlds, one world that I have to wake up to, be adherent of the rules and live in a place that is dictated by others. A place I sometimes feel the fear of ageing and dying before I have figured out what it is I am here to do. That other world is sweet, fresh and misty, inviting adventure into the unknown, melding ancient wisdom with new discovery; the sunlight turning into the moonlight and the spell of eternal life is never broken. Perhaps in that gap, I should repair the forgotten bridge from one side to the other, but truth be told, I don't want to. I don't want to because I don't have the energy to fix what is broken within. I am a wild, wandering nomad, I belong everywhere and nowhere all at the same time, and in that gap between worlds, I am free.” - From Someone diary... 🍁🍁