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~~"Reflections"~~ 
..
To the tincture of purple:
Added a few emotions of heart.
To the voices of thunder:
Added shrills of bereavement! 
To the drops of rain:
Added the "mirth" of cry!
To the essence of Petrichor, 
Dedicated the aroma of my choice! 
For one who is bereaved comfort the bereaved and it is rightly said there is no right way of experiencing bereavement.
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This is how I feel, 
When I perceive the reflection of "my alter ego!"
A bit stubborn,
A bit stupid.
A way too chaotic,
A little more inquisitive.
..
And there's this urge to meet everyone, 
To see everything!
A wanderer of planets,
A creator of dreams.
Giving it's way to introspection:
For every thought I believe,
For every reflection I ought to unfold,
For everything that I see,
-A little less I perceive!
..
"सुना है,
ऊंचे महलों के उस पार का बाशिंदा है यह अन्तरंग मित्र।
कभी एक कस्बे का राही,
कभी अपने मन का राजा,
कभी किताबों में ढलता काफ़िर,
कभी अपने मन का सहारा।
कभी महफ़िल में जाम लगाता दरिंदा, 
कभी मंदिर में चरण स्पर्श करता नास्तिक आवारा! 
कभी ख्वाबों की बाज़ी लगाता, 
कभी खुद में ही खुद को ढूंढता हुआ बेसहारा, 
कभी हितैषी तो, 
कभी सबसे बड़ा प्रतिपक्षी! 
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Alter ego! 
Sounds crazy, isn't it?
But so are the reflections!
One making way for another. 
Every imperfection magnified. 
Every mark enlarged. 
Every character rotated. 
Every reality, often mocked upon! 
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For every reflection that is glorified, 
For every dream that was uprooted: unfilled, 
For every decision that was left: unfiltered, 
There's an alter ego:
For everything that I see,
-A little less I perceive!
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-cravenly_काफ़िर✌️✍️
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