The pain of losing you lead me to the depths of me. And the depths of me lead me beyond.
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See AllYour hands are red, And there’s a knife in my back. Blood shed by blood, A war within a home. What is it about my blood, That gets you so drunk? Is it that I am my M
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One of my goals for the year has been to share more of my poetry. Interlinked with that goal has been a project to originally write poems in Hindi/Urdu and offer English (possibly other) translations.
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When it’s all been done a million times, You gotta ask yourself, How ‘bout something new? #WordsByMadhur
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