Midnight Concrete

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MR. PULKIT G — “KHAALI SHEHER”

Raat ke do baje, sheher hai khaali,

Neon ki roshni, sadkein sawaali.

Ek silhouette aaya, chaal matwaali—

Naam nahi poocha...

Bas awaaz aayi:

“Mr. Pulkit G.”

BOOM.

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Sheher mera canvas, sadkein meri line,

Chaand mera witness, sitare headline.

Jeb mein nahi taaj, phir bhi feel royal,

Khaali sadkon pe bhi mera naam viral.

Ghoomein toh galiyon ka geometry badle,

Beat chale toh deewaron ke rang bhi machle.

Kehte “kaun?” — main bolun “guess,”

Naam se pehle vibe — that's the real address.

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Kaali raat, kaali gaadi, kaala aasman,

Aankhon mein sheher aur sheher mein armaan.

Signal pe laal, par iraade green,

Zindagi ka game aur player unseen.

Pocket mein khwaab aur dimaag mein map,

Har mod pe mystery, har beat pe trap.

Sadak meri kitaab, har light ek lafz,

Jo padh le kahani, woh samjhe mera tarz.

Ghadi tik-tik, waqt kare chase,

Main waqt se poochun — “tera next phase?”

Kal jo tha sawaal, aaj uska jawaab,

Khud ko hi tod ke bana naya khwaab.

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Na raja, na fakir,

Na haar, na jeet,

Bas beat ki dhadkan

Aur sadkon ki heat.

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Sheher mera canvas, sadkein meri line,

Chaand mera witness, sitare headline.

Jeb mein nahi taaj, phir bhi feel royal,

Khaali sadkon pe bhi mera naam viral.

Ghoomein toh galiyon ka geometry badle,

Beat chale toh deewaron ke rang bhi machle.

Kehte “kaun?” — main bolun “guess,”

Naam se pehle vibe — that's the real address.

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Dhuaan sa flow, hawa si chaal,

Lafzon mein bijli, aankhon mein sawaal.

Kalam mera chaaku nahi—chingaari,

Ek line pade toh khul jaaye almari.

Raaste bhatak ke raasta bane,

Patthar bhi pairon ke vaasta bane.

Andhera bola, “ruk ja zara,”

Main bola—“Tu raat hai, main savera.”

Wordplay:

G matlab gravity,

Kyunki scene ko kheenchun naturally.

G matlab glow,

Jahan jaaun wahan show.

G matlab game,

Par rules mere—

same? Never.

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Sheher sochta raha—

“Ye banda aata kahan se hai?”

Chaand bola—

“Jahan se kahaniyan aati hain.”

Beat bola—

“DROP.”

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Khaali bottle nahi, khaali waqt nahi,

Har second mein spark, koi brake nahi.

Lafzon ki lehar, leharon ka load,

Apna hi route, apna hi road.

Na नक्शा, na nishaan, na shortcut ka gyaan,

Phir bhi har mod pe milta naya mukaam.

Aasmaan se baatein, zameen se salaam,

Naam jab goonje toh ruk jaaye shaam.

Mirror ne poocha, “kaun hai tu?”

Shadow ne bola, “jo kal tha woh tu.”

Main hans ke bola, “kal gaya bhool,

Aaj ka scene hai — break every rule.”

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Sheher mera canvas!

SADKE MERI LINE!

Chaand mera witness!

SITARE HEADLINE!

Naam?

MR. PULKIT G!

Vibe?

ONE OF A KIND!

No copy, no clone,

Apna code, apna zone.

Kehte “kaun?” — main bolun “guess,”

Naam se pehle vibe — that's the real address.

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Subah hui.

Sadkein bhar gayi.

Neon bujh gaya.

Par ek cheez reh gayi—

Ek naam.

Mr. Pulkit G.

Beat fades.

“Kahani khatam nahi hui...

bas sheher jag gaya.”