Solitary Confinement

On one hand this is the field for many a groundbreaking experiments on the self.
And on the other, the very thought seems to push one down a place, where distant music and memories of yesterday's feel are all the light one finds.

I'm not sure which way this one is headed.
We shall of course find out with time.
Till then, chew on this...

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Har mulaaqat ka anjaam, judaai kyun hai?
Is tabeeyat, par har waqt, parchhayi kyun hai?
Agar na ho manzoor, toh na karo adaalat,
Magar dil ko bata jao, ye zaroorat kyun hai..

Through the darkness of the hollowing sides,
One sees many a fleeting glimpses,
Of a tomorrow untold, ready to unfurl,
Yet a thousand desires escape one's weary clutches,
As the darkened sky bemoans a day gone past,
Gone past, without a breath of life in the air,
Without that which lends all there is, to everything else.
Eternities pass one by, with little more than a sigh.

Immense highs punctuate one's lowly paths,
Yet unable to lift a gaining load,
What is one to do when the self plays to elude,
My dear, how far I am from you!

Is raat mein daraar aane na do,
Kal ki seher, par aanch aane na do,
Magar is hakeeqat se waakif kara dalo tum,
Aage ab aur, rulaane na do.

"The farther one travels
The less one knows"

"With our love,
With our love,
We could save the world,
If they only knew..."

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