prompt: break your name with your favorite words as if it were a acronym. Genuinely Unique, Radiant, Delicate and Imaginative Terrestrial x Ferociously Loving You.

A prompt for NaPoWriMo says, "I fear I'm running out of pieces of myself to put in the poems I write", And I have been feeling that for almost a year now, Yet, I keep using the broken pieces, To craft another one like this, Maybe, the future version of me will forgive me for euch boring ones, But understand that I was tired, Yet I kept going, Even with the broken pieces, Even when I didn't want to.

Watching some cutest, magical reels on my phone is not enough, Can something cute, magical happen to me in real life too? To give me some content for my poems, To bring back the lover girl in me, Who hopes, Even with a little magic, A little magic is all she asks for.

Everything today has given me hope, Only a bit, Not much, And everything today has made me slow down, Only a bit, Not much.

Who do you think about while you're eating pani puri? Why? I think, It's important to self-actualise stuff like this, And ensure that, You're not dedicating your precious pani-puri moments on a loser who doesn't think about you while eating pani puri.

The rules of life's game are simple: you have to take all the chances. you cannot skip any lesson life has decided to teach you. life will keep testing you, on the same topic, again and again, even years later, in new formats, with new characters, at newer levels, tougher and easier than before, unexpectedly, in any way. character development level is extremely challenging and significant. you need a side quest to stay sane. cheating of any kind is a punishable offence. new r

March always feels like a surprise test on a chapter I have studied but never really understood. March tried to teach me how to be patient, I am not sure if I learnt it. March tried to teach me to be grateful for a healthy body, mind and soul. March tried to teach me to stay consistent. Staying consistent doesn't mean to show up everyday, it means to show up with all your heart, at regular intervals. I need to recharge my mind. I need a break. I need a vacation. I need nature

Raat thi, Hawa bhi thi, Tu bhi thi, Wahin pe, Bilkul pehle jaise. Mai bhi tha, Wahin pe, Bilkul pehle jaise, Baatein bhi thi, Khamoshi bhi thi. bilkul pehle jaise.

He traces me, From far away, Noticing every inch of my body, As if he's photographing me with his eyes, Registering how the golden hour light falls on me, How the air hugs me, How his look pinks me, Even from far away.

The sunlight fell differently today, On the mountain slopes, And on the leaves of the trees, Swaying in the afternoon sea breeze, Almost magically, Almost urging me to keep hoping, By saying, Look how gorgeous everything is, Look how gorgeous you are.

The holy trinity of, It's all going to be okay—I cannot keep doing this—What do I do to make it alright. The holy trinity of, I wish I did more—I did everything I could—It'll be okay. The holy trinity of, Ab kya hoga—Ab kya kya hoga—Mai kaise deal karungi sab?

I'm yet again floating amidst banks of the river, Just flowing away, Downstream, at full speed, Neither on this bank, Nor on that one, Holding on to nothing but a twig of faith, Hoping I don't drown, Before I reach the sea.