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Kaash tumko vo bata pata..Kaash tumse kuch mai keh pata..Har roz sochta tha aaj bol dunga..Apne dil ke saare raaz ab khol dunga..

Dur se aata dekh tumko sehem sa mein jaata tha..Aaj nahi kal kahunga yahi soch mai roj reh jaata tha..

Peekar bhi madhosh main ab nahi ho pata hun..Tujhe dekhkar ab hosh mein main reh nahi pata hun..

Teri yaadon ko chodkar aage badna bhi chahata hun..

Par apne prem se seenche teri yaadon ke us vraksh ke neechey khelna  bhi main hi chahata hun..

Us vraksh ke neechey khel kar apni Tamannaon ki shaaamon ko rangeen main bana leta hun..

Teri yaadon ko apne jeene ka sahara ab main bana leta hun..

Maana lagane ko naya ped raazi main ho gaya hun..Par kaatne ko vo ped baagi bhi main hi ho gaya hun..

Ab to teri yaadon ke saath jeene ka aadi bhi main hi ho gaya hun..

Likhna to tere baare mein kitaab main chahata hun..Par aaj chor kar is kisse ko yahin..Tujhe bhi sochne ke liye waqt main de jata hun..

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PAINT IT RED AND WHITE

PAINT IT RED AND WHITE

“After all, I want a peaceful world, a world drenched in blood of my brothers “  

- MOHIT JAIN

Choices , Choice is what defines and defies you during your immortal time on  this earth. They are the ones who decide whether u would stay in someone’s heart forever, to be loved or hated, or would just be lost in oblivion like many other known souls have. Choice is what complements your character, shows your real nature, brings out the things hidden deep inside you without even knowing. Choice is what makes you, you and me, me.

RED and WHITE, White the preacher of peace and Red the color of blood. As my tormented soul and nihilistic mind wanders through the peculiar choices that I made during my life sentence in this illusionary world. While restructuring my wardrobe, I came across a very shocking discovery, most of the things that I wear everyday mostly comprises of  RED and WHITE.15 out of 30 shirts and t shirts are in prefect combination of red and white, 4 out remaining 15 are purely white while 6 are soaked in red, bloody red and as I look down to steal my sight away from my wardrobe’s red and white combination I found my red and white shoes and red slippers staring at me like saying buddy u can’t get away so easily. The only fact that comforted me was that, that jeans maker doesn’t produces red and white combination or I would have ended up with their whole stock.

Yes I have a blood lust, a wish to dirty my hands with blood, blood of every creature around me, not because I hate them or envy them. But because I want them to join my family, I want them to stand with me like brothers, the fight serving as an immortal bond between them and me , conveying the world that our blood is combined and so is our lust for blood. After all I want a peaceful world, a world drenched in blood of my brothers.