We live in a world of cranks. All hell bound to corrupt our brains. The basic precincts are visible at every corner of life. This existential reality leads to rebellion quotient in our psyche and the end product is juvenile inconsistent quotient psyche syndrome and the process leaves its own indelible marks for us to negotiate with or without.
Love is infect a biggest casualty at the alters of these cranks.
शायद
पूरी ज़िन्दगी
कुछ खोई हुई
चीज़ों के
पीछे की भटकन है
बाहर मुस्कुराहटें
भीतर वही
तड़पन है ।
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