The train is leaving the station, And you're walking in the opposite direction, The person you came with on the station, Is now being whizzed past you, Further away with each passing second and mile, There's something about the way you feel then, There's something special about it, There's something sad too.

In a world full of heavy days, I find solace in my dreams, Where I'm wrapped up in your arms, Safe, warm and away, From all the distractions of these worldly affairs, And the only thing matters is listening to your every heartbeat, Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, Sometimes so near it feels like my own, (how poetic it is to feel someone else's heartbeat as their own, uff) Sometimes that's the only thing I hear, Until I have to remind my own heart to keep beating, To survive th

Aaj kal jaisi baarish nahi, Aaj kal jaisa mahoul nahi, Aaj kal jaisi baat nahi, Aaj tu jo saath nahi.

I look at the world, From the height of my balcony, With a chai in my hand, Staring at the clouds float by, Breathing in the monsoon air, And there's a different kind of magic in it, Like the magic you feel when you're in love, The kind of magic that makes you feel alive, The kind of magic that transports you to another world, And I walk right back, Into a world, That doesn't feel like that anymore.

Niche stuff I like: Low flying airplanes. Anatomical shape of the heart and things made in that shape - like a pendant, a planter, a keychain, a painting, a pair of earrings, emoji. Sunsets - the ones that have alto cumulus clouds and when the sky changes its colour from orange to pink/purple and when time stops. Bonus points if there's a crescent moon in the sky during the above-mentioned sunset. Me not cancelling plans. Someone planning 90% of the hang-out/meet up and actua

The mystical forests call my name, In their silent whispers all day, And I only smile at them acknowledging, How they recognise me, Like we are the same, A little bit dark, Yet full of life, A lot deeper, Than some might like, A moment of peace, For a while, Hiding all the noise, From the sight.

A magnet or a handicraft, Is as much a souvenir of a place, As your memories. So, for today's city, I will remember, The lanes you walk every night, And the lanes you don't go anymore, The places you say hi, And the ones that say hi to you, The corners with the best sev-puri, And some things I have had never heard before. For today's city, I will remember my cluelessness, For I lived in the moment so much, For today's city I will remember us, Roaming in the rain all alone.

Situationship, But the situation is we go out in the rain, Dance our hearts out, Climb mountains until our knees allow, Rent cabins with the most exquisite views, Dip in all the seven oceans, Make wishes under the northern lights, And have the best food all the time. Situationship, but the situation is until happily ever after.

Kyaariyon mein phool khile hai, Baarish ke aa jaane se, Raah yeh bas meri dekhke, Kayi-kayi zamaane se. Kyunki aana toh ab mera hi hai, Jaane ki baatein toh teri hai, Kyaariyon mein phool khile hai, Tere chale jaane se.

Walk backwards five steps, And you'll find me standing there, Waiting for you to come back all along, To nudge me with your shoulder, Hold my hand and drag me right where we belong. For there's a secret I don't know yet, And you, too, sometimes forget, I'm by your side singing a song, While you hop five steps ahead, Maybe that's where you belong. But, then you walk backwards five steps, And find me there waiting with all the world's interest, To walk back in the mystery again

I'm re-reading an old book today, The same one, I knew every line of, With phrases highlighted and underlined, Annotated margins with random thoughts. Some with context, Others, without, Followed by my own poems, Wherever I could find space, Whenever I got inspired. I'm reading that same book, again, And some lines surprise me, As if I'm reading them for the very time, Like I've underlined them, For this very moment, To leave me astonished, To hold me by my shoulders, And sha

I take things personally, One wrong sentence out of your stupid, little mouth, Will have me fixated on the fact that you think so little of me. Maybe, I am letting myself get rage-baited, Maybe, you don't even deserve my annoyance and energy, But, all I could think of is, How little you think of me. Then, I will leave you, For I have become a leaver lately, And I'll leave to with your misery, And all the small, stupid things, Of how little you think of me.