Earlier I used to live in that house, today someone else lives in that house.
Where will you find me, I do not live in my house anymore.
Everyone wanted the same flowers in their eyes today
There is no place for the flower to reside in any gardener.
Who was, who am I have forgotten everything, I look in the mirror
My face is now looking like a beggar.
Somewhere or the other you have made death your destination
Will we meet or not, I am living in search of only this.
living a fake life for myself
I live apart as I live to die.
It seems that these three things are my life now. Cigarettes
I have lived with these idols of wine and stone.
nik rajput
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