I've tried distracting my mind from the pain I woke up with, But nothing has made it go away, Every minute I've beared it, Somehow, I cannot say, How will the night fare now, Don't ask me, how, Tomorrow will be a new day.

Kamro ki dewaaro par, Roshni padti hai dhalano mein, Dil bhar suraj ki, Aur raat bhar chaand ki, Bas shaam ke waqt, Thoda andhera rehta hai, Tab dikhti hai humari tasveer, Lipti hui baaton mein.

Whenever you'll arrive, Arrive with no haste, Of leaving, Arrive with all the time, To stay, Arrive with all the heart, Even with its broken and lost pieces, Arrive with a smile, And some flowers, Arrive for me, Arrive for you, Simply arrive, For me and you.

I won't say love didn't ruin me, Because it did, By giving me hope, By taking it all away, By making me believe it, Then question it on everything it says, By making me feel it, Then not making me feel anything anyway, Love ruined me, Making a lover girl so atheist in love today.

The liminal spaces of my heart, Echo with whispers of hope, Calling for miracles, Which occurs unexpectedly. I wonder how they have found the courage, Again, to hope, To find magic, That ran through every square inch, Of the very same liminal spaces, Abandoned not just once, Reclaimed not just once. This feels different though, Almost impossible, To fill up corners with new possibilities, But, those whispers echo, In every liminal space of my heart.

What happens to nick names when they stop being used? When no one uses the special names to call someone with affection, With extra love, Using the special name only they are allowed to use, Or moreover, Only they know about it, Because they kept it for you. And it wouldn't make sense to anyone else, Even if you explained the story behind it. Where do the nick names go when they are not called anymore? Do they miss being called too? Because they sure are missed being heard.

I have a really wholesome topic to write on, But I have a stupid migraine, All lights are pinching my eyes, My head is throbbing with its own heartbeat, And everything above the neck feels so heavy, So, I have one thing to say, "Ek chataīk chamaat maarungi mujhe kuch kaha toh" inspired by the legendary Geet from Jab We Met, "shut uppp, ek chamaaat maarungi zyada bakwaas ki toh" 🙏🏻

The clouds came floating back, From wherever they were vacationing, Decorating the sky, With their laughter and stories, Even the sky looks prettier, With a little bit of wind, And the clouds posing for us.

Sunset walk, Music in my ears, Wind silently dancing, With the leaves of the trees, As the moon keeps a vigil eye on me.

Lately, I feel a little lost. It is because, I don't have a big task to distract me, Or because I'm out of my energy to keep going and I need a break? I do feel like I'm running on the reserve energy, So maybe a break is imperative, Where do I go, What do I do? When I don't want to do anything.

I've hailed at the universe today, In moments of despair, And for always being the one to look after me, And it has heard me in seconds, Pushed me to keep going, And showed me I'm on the right path, And it is right along with me.

The part of my heart, That you claimed once, Still belongs to you, Despite circumstances and situations, Despite you, Despite me.