We are wholesome, In all the ways we are, Imagining lives we want to live, Reminiscing moments we'll always cherish, Loving little moments that make us, us, Sometimes, just breathing together. We are wholesome, In all the ways we are, Living in this world yet miles apart, Hiding emotions behind screens we own, Being vulnerable but not alone, Sometimes, just breathing together. We are wholesome, just the way we are.

I'm so tired, That I cannot move, Even my hands towards you, So, come and hold them, My hands and me too, For I'm too tired, That I cannot move.

Can you see, I made through it, Almost all of it, Today, somehow. Do you know, How I didn't show, The chaos and all, Today, somehow. I wish though, You could know, Littlest details, Today, somehow. I'm so proud of myself

Isn't something missing today? Like air in my lungs, Even though I'm breathing. Like taste in the food, Even though I'm eating. Like life in the heart, Even though it's beating. Like a smile on the face, Even though I'm laughing. Like dreams from the night, Even though I'm sleeping. Like you from today, Even though I'm forgetting.

I've realised this lately, That there's a space, Between two breaths, Ever so small that, It often gets unnoticed. But, there's this moment, When you're not inhaling, Or exhaling, Just holding on, To the air in you, Not intentionally, But normally, Effortlessly doing it without realising, The moment when you're full of air and alive, That moment is the one I often think about you. But, there's also this moment, When you're not exhaling, Or inhaling, Just letting go, The air i

Things that don't define me loser / unworthy / undeserving / unloved / hater / harsh / someone who has everything sorted / someone with a plan of action / bored / scared / corporate rat / someone who plays mental games / not in love.

It wasn't love at first sight, It was anger, annoyance or something in between, When you did something, Without realising you're stupid. It wasn't love at first sight, It was apologies, explanations or something in between, When we really spoke, Without realising we're both stupid. It wasn't love at first sight, It was in the moment, hyper or something in between, When we thought about it, Without realising it was so stupid.

You're like that word, you know? That one you can't remember, When you're talking about something important, And you know what you want to say, But you just can't remember it. That makes you say, "You know what I mean" And I'm that word too, That one you can't remember, Because there's something that connects us, Even when words don't, And I just say, I know what you mean. So, when even without words, The ones which we are, And seem to not remember, We're understood, With the

These words are hunting me down, From places I've never been, With feelings I've never felt, That hurt in ways I never thought, Making me a stranger in my own skin, That tingles every time they touch me.

I want to read you, All your phrases, Even the ones untranslatable, From languages and moods you write. I want to read you, In rhymes and proses, That I write and you rewrite, In ways you want them to be. I want to read you, In books and letters, Written in my own handwriting, Sometimes leaving out things I really want to say. I want to read you, In all hours of each day, And memorizing every word, I wish you had said.

Hues of the night, Bring tones of conversations to life, From the sadness of the voice, To the tiredness of the day, Everything said in hushed silences, A notch lower than normal, A little slower than the day, Almost like the quiet, For the ones that stay.

It begins something like this, By remembering small things, And slyly making them know, That they care. It begins something like this, From full moon, To the night dark, Watching if they care. It begins something like this, Whispering in the quiet, Asking if they're there, To know if they care.

Is the sand and sea indifferent, Or am I not someone who I was, Because this place seems like a stranger, From a familiar friend it was.

I don't want to hold on to the heart anymore, For I want to just leave it, At someplace, with someone, Who cares enough, To hold on to it, Until I feel like having it back.

I don't know how many times I've heard that song, In the last 2 days, Because I feel okay only when I'm listening to it, And last few hours have been far from it.

Maybe if I could talk, Or rather listen to you, Than write these words here, Then maybe, just maybe, I would feel better than this moment.

They're both lying, And they know, Yet the truth remains silent, On an already quiet night. With their quietness speaking in volumes, As unspoken words linger in the air, Is it that difficult to say, Than to actually lie. Not like the truth is unaware, Of the reality of the existence, Yet truth remains silent, And lies are spoken.

You're a breathe of relief, Coming to me, Like I'm running out of oxygen, As you save me. To make me live, A little longer, Than I probably deserve, With a breathe of relief that you, too, are still here.

I'm getting that feeling again, Like I've to go, Somewhere away from here, That doesn't make me feel, The way I'm feeling.

I'm giving you pieces of me, From the pieces of me, That I've saved, From getting lost, In this world, Where no one has a destination, Yet everyone is in search of something.