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"Yuhin chalte chalte kardale kharche"

The best thing about being young is independence, not only to make choices right for you but to explore the unexplored. Realising life looks nothing like we thought it is, and the best way to explore is travelling! But with each boon there comes bane like coins, and that is we all are not financially stable we need to prepare a tight budget and better stick to it. If not you better be ready to take classes from life for upcoming days which repeatedly make you memorise your particular mistakes cause life treats all of us equally 'if' you belong to the middle class. The same case happened with me but unfortunately, I thought I planned things right, and then life hits me hard when I reached the petrol pump and seen the price of petrol it was as high as my expectations from the trip! But the show must go on! Hamare Achche din ni aye to kya zindagi fir bhi haseen hai 💓


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THE HOLLOW HUNT

"I'm on my bed, staring at roof, riding on a super fast track train of memories. It doesn't feel like my bed anymore, it's a seat in the train. And at each station the train stops, it takes me to a vision of past. I could see myself and around people who were important, whom I had hurt or had helped heal. With each of those thoughts, there is an increase in speed of the train, like its being fueled by me. It's fed by my insecurities. Station to station, memories to memories I went nostalgic. My eyes start to water and before I could know, my tears created a vacuum which sucked me back into my bed. I could see the past versions of me dropping down like puppets. There are no demons under my bed. Just me. From the horror of the past. It was me with the people from my past during that time lapse. I can see them with a smirk on their face, for I was turning anxious. But, soon their faces changed into a clock, their sound of laughter turned into a loud tick and tock. My head wants to rip off as the sounds keeps intriguing me of my integrity. I notice a gun in my hand and now I've to decide what to do. I shot at those clocks, one by one. The sound did stop. Yes it did. But, every time I shot a clock it ricocheted back to my forehead. It was I who was shot multiple times by myself in order to wipe off the guilt of the past deeds. They turn back into people. The clocks are gone. But they still smile at me while I was about to bleed to death. It is then I realised that time can't be killed. What is done is done. What has happened, has happened. You can try to kill it or hide it but all it does is stay within you."

– Sameer Khan

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MY HANDS, THE SURVIVORS.
Poem by Sameer Khan

You see these hands?
They aren't​ mere hands.
They are survivors.

They have survived, the loss of the touch. Of those who they loved to stick on.
They have survived, holding of knife at one and cutting the other.
They have survived, the etch of pain, sadness, memories, and failures.
FOR COMPLETE POEM: http://www.awarriorofart.com/my-hands-the-survivors/

The Life, A Labyrinth
-- Sameer Khan

Lost inside the swirls,
I call it a labyrinth, this life.
What do you want to ask of me?
I'm just tired.
Relentlessly trying break these walls,
By the strongest weapon I know.
My thoughts.
But don't you see?
I reach nowhere.
Yet, I see everyone around me doing the same thing.
They count the number of walls they break.
They compete with each other. For nothing
...For complete poem: http://www.awarriorofart.com/life-labyrinth-sameer-khan-poem/

She cursed me never to find a cure, ever again. 💙

Never find a cure again!

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