There were moments today, That made me question my art, "What am I really doing?" kinda questions, But as soon as they came, Universe showed me why they need to leave, Maybe it's unclear what I am really doing, Maybe it's not that complicated either, But, I'm doing this for now, And it feels right.

Lapete hai saare gile-shikwe, Ussi duppatte ke kone mein, Jisne aansu mere seenche hai, Tere hi diye hue. Gaanth lagakar rakhi hai, Taaki bikhar na jaaye, Masoomiyat mein, Saare chhal-kapat jo maine tujhse jhele hai. Odha hai wahi duppatta badan par, Bachakar rakhne ke liye, Dil ke tukde, Jo tujhe se toh hue hai.

The stars feel far away, From where I stand on this rock in the universe, Glaring at it, Whispering sometimes, Saying out prayers and hopes in the void, Hoping someone is hearing, Wishing I'm not so alone, As I float in this universe, Existing in the tiniest, most impactful way ever.

Things To Remember : Often, in your healing phase, you'll find people who'll heal parts of you that they didn't break. It's important to embrace them, to learn the lessons they're teaching you softly, to heal what's broken, to cherish the version of you that you're about to unlock.

Yeh jo itna mera baat tumse karne ka mann hai, Baat ho gayi toh mai kya kya kahungi, Yeh jo itna mera baat tumse karne ka dil hai, Tumhe baat na sunni hue toh kya mai karungi?

I have leaped from heights I didn't measure, I have jumped from ledges thin that crumble, I have flown and fallen, I have risen and been buried, All this while, Hoping that everything always works out, Everything has, in a way, Always worked out. I'm glad. Are you proud of me?

This feels like an end, Of the day, Of the efforts of more than a year, Of question marks, But this is not an end, This is, in fact, A beginning, To a new era, A new phase, A new chapter, Where it all goes in my favour, Where I'm winning now, Where I'm making things happen.

I want to do so much, So much more than I am doing now, But time only allows me this much, This much should be enough now.

Jeet jaayenge aise hi, Mann bana lenge toh, Bahaane se hi, Kisi ke bulaane, na bulaane se hi, Asaani se hi, Bina kisi meharbaani ke hi Jeet toh jaayenge aise hi, Tere aane se hi, Tere chale jaane se bhi.

This, whole event is giving me the school and university days vibe, Right before the exams, When I felt super chill, While the whole class around me, Freaked out a little, And I secretly wondered, Why am I not freaking out? And that freaked me out, haha. Feels exactly like that. Like 2016. Maybe it all does really come around.

the sad part is, the plot isn't even good/bad enough for poems. oh, to have someone who i'm excited to talk to everyday just explained my mom what rage baiting is and then she said, yehhh toh mai tujhe roz karti hu. haaaaaaan, mummma, haaaaan!

Even a gangsta like me needs , "Someone who hears me rant, Then suggest me the simplest of solutions, Sends me songs randomly, Understands me without me over explaining every little thing, Buys me flowers, Tells me to sit back and not worry about a certain things, And actually takes care of it" sometimes .