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भूखो का देश माँ तुम क्यों रोती हो क्यों तुम भूखी सोती हो हर इंसान यहाँ भूखा है तुम्हारी ममता बस धोका है सत्ता में जो ये बेटा है बेटा नहीं माँ नेता है तुम्हारी भूख बेचकर सोता है हार बेटे को बहलाता है जात धरम खिलाता है लूट मार खिलवाता है मीठी लोरी सुनाता है फिर साबको भूखा सुलाता है To the sons who rob motherhood of our land #lonelypen Best YQ Hindi Quotes #ministers #country #motherhood

भूखो का देश माँ तुम क्यों रोती हो क्यों तुम भूखी सोती हो हर इंसान यहाँ भूखा है तुम्हारी ममता बस धोका है सत्ता में जो ये बेटा है बेटा नहीं माँ नेता है तुम्हारी भूख बेचकर सोता है हार बेटे को बहलाता है जात धरम खिलाता है लूट मार खिलवाता है मीठी लोरी सुनाता है फिर साबको भूखा सुलाता है To the sons who rob motherhood of our land #lonelypen Best YQ Hindi Quotes #ministers #country #motherhood

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Music is a privilege to the lyrics of sufferings and sorrow! On Music and Lyrics: It's a privilege if one can afford the instruments to compose the music or get musicians to play and mix. The lyrics of the songs that are created of sufferings, sorrow or love remain to be the proletariat in the bourgeoisie industry! #lonelypen YQbaba Best YQ English Quotes

Music is a privilege to the lyrics of sufferings and sorrow! On Music and Lyrics: It's a privilege if one can afford the instruments to compose the music or get musicians to play and mix. The lyrics of the songs that are created of sufferings, sorrow or love remain to be the proletariat in the bourgeoisie industry! #lonelypen YQbaba Best YQ English Quotes

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ये डोर कैसे जुड़े है, ये रिश्ते कैसे पूरे है? शब्द जो अधूरे है, सन्नाटे में पूरे है? मिलन की एक कहानी है, दूरियों में कैसे खिले हैं? वो कहती है जो वक़्त है, हम उसके जमुरे है। On Strings! Sometimes, and some times, it all makes sense. In the other, a tale untold, time unfolds. #lonelypen #relationships #strings #distance #love #silence #complete

ये डोर कैसे जुड़े है, ये रिश्ते कैसे पूरे है? शब्द जो अधूरे है, सन्नाटे में पूरे है? मिलन की एक कहानी है, दूरियों में कैसे खिले हैं? वो कहती है जो वक़्त है, हम उसके जमुरे है। On Strings! Sometimes, and some times, it all makes sense. In the other, a tale untold, time unfolds. #lonelypen #relationships #strings #distance #love #silence #complete

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Nights are dark, everyone tucked in their satire. Contemplating light and loathing darkness, yet it's in nights they transpire. I always thought my companion to be my loneliness, My walls built to keep me safe, I felt the night today, the moon is its only desire. On companionship #night #moon #loneliness #companion #lonelypen

Nights are dark, everyone tucked in their satire. Contemplating light and loathing darkness, yet it's in nights they transpire. I always thought my companion to be my loneliness, My walls built to keep me safe, I felt the night today, the moon is its only desire. On companionship #night #moon #loneliness #companion #lonelypen

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I have nothing to write, Nothing to read, nothing to say. Nothing is my thing, Unlike you, trying everything to fail. Try doing nothing, feeling nothing, saying nothing, meaning nothing. Perhaps you will know your existence is frail. In nothing will begin the journey of life, in everything it will remain. Nothing! #lonelypen #nothing

I have nothing to write, Nothing to read, nothing to say. Nothing is my thing, Unlike you, trying everything to fail. Try doing nothing, feeling nothing, saying nothing, meaning nothing. Perhaps you will know your existence is frail. In nothing will begin the journey of life, in everything it will remain. Nothing! #lonelypen #nothing

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Funerals are for the living The dead has departed, long before the eulogy, The epitaph signed "In Loving Memory", when the life was long forgotten. Everyone get together, to celebrate mourning of another life, The life that ceased in mourning was never forgiven. So I ask if funerals are for the dead? or is it for the living looking at themselves fade? Funerals are for the living #lonelypen #death

Funerals are for the living The dead has departed, long before the eulogy, The epitaph signed "In Loving Memory", when the life was long forgotten. Everyone get together, to celebrate mourning of another life, The life that ceased in mourning was never forgiven. So I ask if funerals are for the dead? or is it for the living looking at themselves fade? Funerals are for the living #lonelypen #death

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Eyes deprived of nature, lips deprived of touch, body deprived of fiction, the irony is life deprived of soul. For me a colorful man, grayscale dreams are nightmares. Nightmares! #lonelypen #nightmare #greyscale #body #life

Eyes deprived of nature, lips deprived of touch, body deprived of fiction, the irony is life deprived of soul. For me a colorful man, grayscale dreams are nightmares. Nightmares! #lonelypen #nightmare #greyscale #body #life

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Death in life, and life in Death. Tell me my beloved, who is dead? Grey skies, blurred vision, numb senses. Is there life or this is death? On Life & Death from the Birdcage #lonelypen #life #death #thoughts #reflections

Death in life, and life in Death. Tell me my beloved, who is dead? Grey skies, blurred vision, numb senses. Is there life or this is death? On Life & Death from the Birdcage #lonelypen #life #death #thoughts #reflections

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Once upon a time I used to be on the roads, people surrounded me, the cacophony of the vehicles so loud that earphones were my solace. I never noticed the light post just on the bend of the road I took everyday. Everyday, coming back with plethora of complains about pollution, politics and people. Today, suddenly the light post in the corner of the street, mocked me in my dreams. Am I locked-in or locked- out? I ask. Sometimes, only insignificant is significance. Sometimes, only some times we are alive #lonelypen #lockdown #life #lightpost #dreams #people #present #present

Once upon a time I used to be on the roads, people surrounded me, the cacophony of the vehicles so loud that earphones were my solace. I never noticed the light post just on the bend of the road I took everyday. Everyday, coming back with plethora of complains about pollution, politics and people. Today, suddenly the light post in the corner of the street, mocked me in my dreams. Am I locked-in or locked- out? I ask. Sometimes, only insignificant is significance. Sometimes, only some times we are alive #lonelypen #lockdown #life #lightpost #dreams #people #present #present

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Stuck in the axis of time and depths of existence, Making acquaintance, falling in love, trying to sail and persistent. I chose to dive then to float, time is my limit and depths are mine, Everytime, a race for and against myself, maybe crossing the line. Distance between the time and feelings, a solitude fills my heart, Alas! I try to hold, reach out to speak, then fall apart. I know her not, in time she floats, my dive is always afar, In the prism of time, my tryst never last, I feel my love trapped in a bell jar. Maybe she has seen it all, in her axis of time and worth, In her space she dwells, closed her gates, right before the flood. Stuck in the axis of time and depths of existence, Making acquaintance, falling in love, trying to sail and persistence. Everytime I feel this could be a start of letting off my guards, I realise the love I seek keeps me far... How I wish this could find a meaningful end. #lonelypen #love #guards #she #time #expressions #tryst #stuck

Stuck in the axis of time and depths of existence, Making acquaintance, falling in love, trying to sail and persistent. I chose to dive then to float, time is my limit and depths are mine, Everytime, a race for and against myself, maybe crossing the line. Distance between the time and feelings, a solitude fills my heart, Alas! I try to hold, reach out to speak, then fall apart. I know her not, in time she floats, my dive is always afar, In the prism of time, my tryst never last, I feel my love trapped in a bell jar. Maybe she has seen it all, in her axis of time and worth, In her space she dwells, closed her gates, right before the flood. Stuck in the axis of time and depths of existence, Making acquaintance, falling in love, trying to sail and persistence. Everytime I feel this could be a start of letting off my guards, I realise the love I seek keeps me far... How I wish this could find a meaningful end. #lonelypen #love #guards #she #time #expressions #tryst #stuck