Truth begins at lies!

Every body lies. If you give it a thought you would realize that even though you see yourself to be a truthful person, you would have lied at some point of time in your life. Nothing is hidden for long though, and that lie you must have said in order to keep a secret for sometime, but no one has gotten away without lying.

In fact I think lying brings out the truth, its where truth begins. Everything in its existence is a pure fact, once a statement aims to defy a pure fact which is said as "lie", it further pushes the fact to be established as a truth.

Nonetheless every action has a equal and opposite reaction , the worlds existence is balanced between two poles,every fall has an uprising, every false statement hides a true one. But in the end what matters is what people do, and not what they "say". True or false do create existence of facts, but as it is said actions always speak louder than words.

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काफी वखत हुआ

हमें कुच हैरान नही करता...

सहमेय से बैठे है

सदमें के प्रकोप मे

चाह्ते थे कि कोइ खींचे

और ले जाए रोशनी मे

पर अफसोस अब हमे

यह अन्धकार परेशान नही करता

When Sleep Says gud bye

If I could say it loud amidst dreams of darkness...

and save myself from this commotion in calmness,

If i would remain the same throughout...

and not phase out into the visible blindness..

and then i could put a finger weather its joy or sadness...

The sleep is no longer my friend

its the nite when i wake up

and wait...

The feeling that you might me present somewhere here

no sooner any more

This feeling has to persist....and drag me till the end

I don't want to break

nor do i wish to go far...

But every thought reminds me of a story

and i phase out and fall apart...

oh no i see! a part me dosnt go on with me

i have lost my head..

and as part of all the stupid things i have said

i am quite in the middle of everything

and i never meant to be this way...

But how many times do you plan

and it happens accordingly...

it never meant to be like this...

May be its just because it is me...

Can you be my shadow and follow...

then sing or spot away for me

but i would know you are there...somewhere

Every part of the day, sorrow free.

It shall not break any deal

your presence will still be concealed.

I live in a beautiful world....

and every stone i move or every leaf i touch

There exists void... that can not be told.

Life is full till the brim

But the void doesn't let it be prim.