The Last Lear

Through the paintings on wall And the tapestries made of gold Simmering on the surface Just beneath the visible layer Is the dying truth The Last Lear And the paintings were sold And the tapestries are now old But the lustre of the truth remains Though invisible to those that can’t comprehend The beginning of […]

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Planet Earth. Just one.

Kings and queens bow down their heads For the light beyond the big red’s nest And on those grounds unfounded Comes that nefarious sound And the grounds rattle, breaking the shackles Of the violence caused by man And the reality dawns, from the crooked bones That all is grain of sand. And while I take […]

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Her Story

Piercing the veil to the place where she hides & cries At least once in her life, a woman dies. Some stay quiet, some speak out Some are encouraged to keep silent, on others they cast doubt. She is asked to be strong; to be better equipped Sons get impunity, hence they remain pieces of […]

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Meri husna

Hazaron khawahishon ka sach Khilkhilati, muskurati meri husna Sardiyon ki dhoop, baarishon ki chai Kabhi khushi me ro de, kabhi gham me muskuraye Kabhi samay par nahi, par hamesha aaye. Meri husna. Khaane ke baad ki saunf Jeevan ka sukoon Pehle pyaar ka junoon. Meri husna. Roshni se bhari aankhein Kabhi na khatam hone vaali […]

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The torments that followed me I break away from. The demons that were gonna prey I eat away on. My past dies with every flickering thought of my conscience I survive as I smile on my sins and bones. I victimise the crumbling demons. I sing tunelessly and without rhythm. The spine on the pine […]

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Go and See

Have you ever seen the waves at the horizon that look calm and discreet? Have you seen that shadow boxer sparring under the tree? Have you observed that boy running barefoot in the field? If you have seen them, they are me. If not, go and see.  For they carry fight, and fight is me. […]

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Renounce The Obvious

The principle concept of socialisation is to get more clarity and insight into one’s own mind. The best listeners that listen, listen to get insight into their psyche. The speakers speak to know more. Approval or disapproval are secondary. The process of either learning, un-learning or relearning is the ultimate goal. If your biases change, […]

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the society swallows the reality in gossip truth disappears like tears in rain. nothing hurts, everyone goes about their day no thoughts, no feelings, no pain. the silence swallows what could have been. the truth slips away like sand from the hand. with each unsaid word, a new beginning dies i ask you to believe […]

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drifting sentences

An unexamined life is not worth living. Giving ‘meaning’ to life is a vital distinction between human beings & others. There is a difference between the hatred of the oppressor & the oppressed. Who knows what was the meaning of everything we lived, I am just glad I lived it. Religion ruins life. Weak men […]

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i know the reality of the world but for my sanity the fantasy shall remain grieved by the hunger enshrined and the dead and rotten raised for the divine fastidious gods fed by drunken knaves solicitous and blind to the slaves corrupt lords & dead ladies crimson rivers and smothered babies i know the reality […]

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Repudiation. Of the reality that everything is numbered. The wrinkles on the face are increasing just like the candles on the cake. The lessons learnt many & the experiences few. The pages piling up on the desk more than the stamps on the passport. The wallet is getting thicker but the time to spend it […]


Gone By Dawn

So stereotypical of the night to play these tricks again Bullies & their targets mix again Attempting to sabotage, whatever rationality is left about With enough sentences phrased to leave no room for doubt. And the prisoners are asking him to stop. To view smoke and hear cough Deranged by the blocks, that are closing […]

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Nibhana Bhul Jaata Hun

From time to time I go back to this poem by Dushyant Kumar sahab &, chotta muh badi baat, but I added a few lines to it because the “farishta hun sach batata hun” always made me feel like the poem is ending on a note that leaves words that he wanted to say but […]

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New Day

On a road far away Far beyond the milky way A tear in her eyes Took a trip to quench the pain Hoping to meet again Believing in the lies Maybe there is a song for this With words that reminisce The falling teardrops from the sky Or a drink in malibu Raised as a […]

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–Running; that’s how the man was seen, by the little girl in the bus, the man smoking his cigarette by the tea stall, the woman watering the flowers in her garden & the dog awakening from its slumber on the sidewalk. The little girl believes that given the leather bag, the handle of which is […]

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In Your Head

Sounds. Songs. Thoughts. Glimmering morning coffee in a mug A broken man out of luck. Forgotten faces. Unknown locations. The silver spoon. Peaceful commotion. Adrenaline rush. Predefined notions. Finger tips away but unreachable. The understood reality: Unprechable. The myth that is lived everyday by the mundane. The dried up tears of the insane in pain. […]

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The Silent Majority

To,  The Voice of Reason & Peace How dare you not see how we see? How dare you empathise? How dare you not realise? Whataboutery! How dare you stand for others? How dare you stand against the abuse? How dare you not stand by us? How dare you clean their wounds? How dare you still […]

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Uska Deedar Karna Hai

Raat ka waqt tha samay ka hosh nahiDar lag raha tha par ruk jau ye sankoch nahiṅKadam ruke toh uske ghar ke saamneAb laaṅgh toh na pauṅga kivaaḍ iss ghar kiZara bata do usko uska deedar karna hai Bohot samay se baichain ho gaya thaDin ka sangharsh andhere ka rain ho gaya tha Na sahi […]

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Declaration Of Principles

“Why, Politics?” Political astute requires an honest character. Even in a (supposedly & notoriously) manipulative & calculating profession like politics, the ones that go far have a strong value system & belief to serve the people & make a difference. Those that lack that are left behind (serendipity playing a factor too). To really excel […]

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-Life can be as simple as a bottle of beer, a stick of cigarette & a beach. Or as complicated as the buzz, the smoke & the waves.- simplify the waves

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Centre-stage, teleprompters. A low pitched scream Infinite assembled Living deceit Blood on god’s door The priest still preached Money on the holy floor No prayers reached Your god’s long dead Stench-filled narrow streets Proof of the rotten flesh  Heaven & well, No proof of existence Man created hell Denounce your belief. A girl on the […]

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What’s a man without sadness? What’s a life without deceit? What’s a broken woman’s wail? & lives lived discreet What’s an eagle without wings? A falling subterfuge What’s a dying man’s last wish? Chained to his gods & views Beyond the questions unanswered Is an inconsequential existence Held in a mother’s arms Is a crying […]

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Rode on

Wind in my hair Breakneck speed No yesterday & tomorrow No promises to keep For the ones that were kept Went unnoticed & the ones that should have held theirs Are now gone So, I rode on Through the narrow, curvy roads To the wide & crowded 6 lanes Through the broken, quiet towns To […]

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the way back home: pt.2

Your eyes stay & peel away The facade of calm The flesh between the arms The nights when feet touched between sheets The days when smiles were exchanged during meals The tar on the road burnt by wheels As ruins of the night stay  As a reminder Of the tears that were shed there & […]

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The way back home: pt. 1

Real words bleed when you feel The run of a thousand horses on on open field The hailstorm on a busy day in a crowded town The fall of a thirsty eagle to the ground The pain of a death The stench of the dead The thoughts of the departed The violence of silence Darkening […]

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The Man on the Sand

Sand as far as the eye can see, mirage, a devil’s trick No answers but the yellow land, feet growing tired & the sweat thick He has travelled alone, from a place unknown, a faceless man without a name No fears, no tears, no feelings; for those that felt are now insane He carries scars […]

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Where have you been my brown eyed love? What have you seen my mystic, young one? Have you been down the roads that are dead & haunted? Have you visited the streets whose wails don’t reach? Have you seen that toddler die in the garbage? Have you smelled the scent of burning & disease? For […]

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In my hour of desolation In my shining hour of grief When I am beyond redemption & my demons are unleashed Cry me a river Sing me a life Preach me a dozen lies Let me inside Let the tears flood our afternoon & drive away the gloom Let us dance in this burning room […]

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Zindagi Gulzar Hai

Over the Saturn’s rings while the people sleepShe whispers she wants to let go, dance and singAnd I take her by the hand to that place she understandsWhere people don’t intervene while we play & pretend To the place beyond the gloom, on a land like the MoonSharing thoughts, untying knots and laughing off our […]

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Creative slaves tamed Looking for approval & fame Soul sold Ice cold Spineless Greed in veins Trained To bend over Machines like lawn mowers Pretenders Calling themselves social media influencers No depth Inapt More dead Than alive PR run click bait views Career suicide Knives to these sons of bitches Lifetime snitches Stand for right […]

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Can The Righteous be Neutral?

“There is no black and white. Everyone is a different shade of grey”. The above sentence was sent out as a tweet by yours’ truly (@himanshuchsharma) some months ago, after a fight where I was replaying the fight in my head and realized we were both incorrect & hence, “grey”. So, in that moment of […]

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Breaking through the window with the darkness I feel surrounding the echoes of a past life Going through the motions on a roller coaster of emotions waiting for the sun light The words heard yet not felt The promises told but not kept The dangers of holding on to the same hand that has stopped […]

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मधुशाला के बादल

मधुशाला के बादल ना बरसते है, ना गरजते है बस चलते है, झलकते है डुल्ते है बस किसी उत्सव के उपहास में किसी की आँखो की प्यास में किसी सुनने वाले की आस में किसी शायर के अल्फ़ाज़ में मधुशाला के बादल ना बरसते है, ना गरजते है बस चलते है, झलकते है रुकते है […]

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Wake up The party’s over The guests fed on their vulture diet Alcohol, drugs & rage riots Amanda as usual drank & puked Bob, stupid in love, held her through Chris got naked & jumped off the roof Cocaine on the table is proof Of the abuse that the house took The neighbours look- -On […]

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I’ll Stand

I’ll Stand For Their Rights Be it to fight Caste, Religion or Patriarchy Not because it goes against the grain Not to stand distinct from the sheep But because my education demands it Because I am not a machine   To understand one’s privilege & uplift others Is not radical, you stupid motherfuckers It’s normal […]

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अच्छे दिन

Jazbaat pirona maut ko bulava dene jaisa hai Sunne vaale kam aur mauka-prast hamesha hai Man ki kehna gunah Sehna kanoon Gehna chuppi Tera tera aur mera bhi tera Laal hi khoon aur laal hi sehra Kabr aur shamshaan me insaan kam Insaniyat zyaada jalai aur dafn ki jaati hai Naam me insaan ki pehchaan […]

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Shram (Manual Labour)

𝚃𝚎𝚣 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚙 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚒 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚑 𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚞 𝚓𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚚𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚔𝚊𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒 𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚑 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚔𝚎 𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚊-𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚔𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚐𝚊𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚊 […]

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All along the Castle walls, spread out swords & ammunition Staring daggers at a man on a horse, materialising premonition Scathing through the green fields, towards the dark towers Sentenced to anonymity, returning at this known hour Subjugated to the injustice, the norm of the land Fled to escape the puishment of a loss of […]


The Fallen Tree

The wind blew heavy And the sight grew strained All along the city It thundered & rained The roads long trodden Reminiscent of the sea Revisited but cut short For the path blocked by a fallen tree So I turn Away from the past Though still etched on my memories To begin the search of […]

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A Visit To The Rehab Ward

Storm the beach shores Ignore the world wails Suffering & cleansing the same On a long rode of violent trail Embrace the darkness Ride the dark night Demons of present past All nurtured inside Go for the throat Let the rains bleed Brighter the colours More powerful the seed One shot of lethal injection And […]

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Month of June

They came at noon Blowing wind, blazing sun Month of June Shots fired Heard by all Seen by none Some that saw Say they didn’t Some that heard Swear they are deaf Some that cared Are now dead A few phone calls A few death threats A little transaction And that’s that Turn a blind […]

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Stood for Life the strength of the might a rendezvous at night a secret told to a wife Stood for the Sun the hope to live as one the chance to see light and the day that begun Stood for Roads that contained serenity of a long forgotten street a lost opportunity Stood for Freedom […]



This is the note I always carry in my wallet. In the time of your life, live—so that in that good time there shall be no ugliness or death for yourself or for any life your life touches. Seek goodness everywhere, and when it is found, bring it out of its hiding place and let […]

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Hate All Over

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎? 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎? 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎? 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜? 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 & 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚎? 𝙾𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛? 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚁𝚒𝚙 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 & 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚎? & 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 […]

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𝙺𝚑𝚠𝚊𝚊𝚋. 𝙺𝚑𝚠𝚊𝚋 𝚔𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚑𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝙱𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚔𝚎 𝙸𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙹𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚘 𝚔𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚛 𝚓𝚊𝚋 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚑𝚞𝚒 𝚃𝚘𝚑 𝚓𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚑𝚞𝚕 𝚐𝚊𝚢𝚎 𝙰𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖 𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝙹𝚊𝚋 𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚑𝚗𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚑𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚑𝚞𝚕 𝚐𝚊𝚢𝚎 𝙰𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚔𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚑𝚊 𝚃𝚘𝚑 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚑𝚊 […]

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