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What ought to be naturally in human nature, like breaths in blood, Why must we keep reminding ourselves of that respect & equality,
Why not the celebration of today's Women's Day, be for everyday?
ऱोज-ए-ज़न- 'Zan' stands for Woman in Urdu, 'Roz-e-Zan' is a lyrical interpretation for 'Woman's Day'.
Timewarp pause, Unknown cause
Starting from scratch With too many falses.
Waves of time Wave by time And again & Again. Again.
Explosion Implosion Together?
Have begun to stifle these responsibilities now, Hope some breaths ease, even if irresponsible, One of these days I will just runaway with you.
Impulse, Instinct,
Intuition.
Each and every wall of the house is hung with mirrors, Wonder how and why certain flaws still remain hidden, I gaze into your eyes and see nothing but only the truth.
Mere passing within the pause or A mere pause within the passing;
The question of time vs human life.
A Supernova: the end of an old beginning, And beginnings of countless new endings.
The time warped, into a warped wormhole, A collision of light years otherwise parallel.
Someday there will be an endless rainshower, Of stardust and cosmic light upon one and all, As humankind attains enlightenment from life.
The core’s begun to cool, Edges yet, a fiery inferno, The end, nears liberation.
Held hostage by insomniac colours, Sober psychedelic smoke n mirrors.
The rhythm of chaos; Disorder of harmony.
It is yet young and green at its calm helical core Even as it ages yellow, spiralling beyond control.
Drenched in the turmeric sunshine aflutter, the yellow bosom, Gliding through the evening sun's saffron, the cloth's borders, I found you in my night's dream, at home in a sari of seasons.