The empty evenings, Compliment the empty days, Followed by nights, That aren't so tiring anymore, The ache that is left, Is of the survival, What am I even, Looking forward to anymore? wrote this in a minute lol

Living in my head is exhausting, With its constant doubts to start new things, To the old memories that it keeps bringing up. From the new ideas that pop up often, To the reminders of what happened to the old ones. From the affirmations that it keeps repeating, To the reality checks that it often gives itself. I'm stuck in my own head. I used to be my best friend, Now I'm my own therapist, And the sessions are too long and exhausting, For I don't know what exactly to accept,

At this point of time, I just wish I didn't remember, Anything. Everything. And just wake up to a blank mind, Without knowing that I'm a poet, Or that I might be in love with someone, Or how did I happen to live where I live, Or any stories that led me here. At this point of time, I just wish to forget, Maybe then it'll be alright.

I lay awake, Thinking about you, In this transient time, That never stops, But only allows, Us to be there in each others thoughts, Versing to become poems, Not for an obligation, But for a reason, Undefined and unidentified.

O rangrez, Teri yeh ibaadat, Ek misaal hai, Ishq ki rango se, Rango ke ishq ki, Jo chadh jaate hai, Pakke dhaago par, Pakke iraado se, Yeh moh nahi toh kya hai, Jo tujhpar bhi kuch aisa chadh gaya hai, Pakke iraado se, Na chootne ke vaado se. --- with hints from some of my favourite songs - o rangrez, tum se hi, moh moh ke dhaage. --- Story behind the blog: You never know what can inspire you to write and today's inspiration came from a reel that explained one of the oldest f

I've been living in the universe of this Colleen Hoover quote since last night: Sometimes you have to choose between a bunch of wrong choices and no right ones. You just have to choose which wrong choices feel the least wrong. Because this choice I'm trying to make seems the least wrong choice right now. Maybe because it is the right choice. Because this choice that I've chosen seems the only choice to save me. Maybe because there's nothing else that can save me. Because this

Yesterday someone stopped me mid-sentence while I spoke about smiles and vulnerabilities and asked, "Who are you thinking about right now?" Stunned with the question, speechless, I smiled. With your face already in the mind, it was obvious. It has been obvious but maybe for all the wrong reasons. Obvious yet far from acceptance. Still obvious. The resistance doesn't change the truth, does it? So, today, even if it is obvious, it's time. It's been time since a long time. It's

We live in the spaces, Under the shadows, Of conversations, Happening in the mind, More than from the heart, To calm the soul, From silences that scream, Heartlessly and mindlessly, Hoping if someone can hear.

I reach out through silence, I'm trying, But every moment is tougher, Than the last to breathe.

I was in one of those moments today, when you're laughing and suddenly it feels like an out-of-body experience. Like, you can see and feel your lips curved upwards while smiling and see yourself laughing in the moment and it feels supremely surreal. As if you can't really believe this is you. You that is smiling after last night when you cried yourself to sleep. That this is your own voice chuckling. The same voice that was breaking last night to even talk. That this is yo

Sometimes our own faith isn't enough for facing all the challenges in our lives. Sometimes, we just need someone other than us to believe in us. To have faith that we are really going to get through this. That we are braver than our fears. That it's okay if all our thoughts are too much at times. That we really are worth all the sunshine and butterflies and that it's really going to be okay. Sometimes having that one person to have faith in us more than we think we deserve ma

Love tastes like you, Scented like petrichor in spring, Blooming with smiles, Holding on to every inch, Heart over skin, You. Heartbreak tastes like blood, Scented with iron and irony, Bitten too hard, Bended too much, Hurt over heart, Blood.

He's sitting in front of me, Looking through the window, At the houses that we pass by. The golden rays of the sun, Lightens up his face partially, Illuminating the color of his iris. He's sitting in front of me, Yet he seems away in his thoughts, Far away from this moment, Somewhere untouchable, From the chaos of this world, Hopefully to someplace quiet. He's sitting in front of me, But he's not here, And in this moment, I wish he took me with him, To wherever he is, I wish

It's surprising how we know, That something, someone, Is going to be there even when we don't look? It's like walking in the same old road, And finding the same old tree, Which stands tall in every season, Every single day of the year, And you know, That it's still there, Even after years, it'll still be there, It's the permanence, the feeling of home. It's like walking in your house at midnight with no lights, Yet, not bumping into anything, Because you know exactly, Where e

What does it mean to be attached to something? attached / connected / entwined / interconnected / related / inseparable / entangled / linked / wrapped / complete / whole / dreamy / unreal / affectionate / careful / want / obsess / inspire / always there / comfortable / peace / together.

In this chaos of the night, We walk in comfort of our thoughts, Leaping to heights, Chasing stories we haven't forgot, Yet starting new ones, With a possible sign, The ones we forever sought.

I want to make promises, The ones I keep without any hesitation, In good times and the worst, Where I stand by your side, For graces and moments, That feel nothing less than magic, For there's no where else, I would want myself to be, But here, by your side.

I highly believe that what is meant for you, will eventually find you in the most unexpected ways, in the most mysterious circumstances and in the most unusual places or phases in your life. And when it finds you, you'll feel a little more like yourself than ever. like, you've been filled to the brim with hope, happiness and magic. In that moment, everything feels larger than life, more than it is and you'll see how everything happens for a reason. In that moment, you won't c

I've to admit, I take a lot of screenshots. I have to admit, I take a lot of screenshots. And since we are confessing, I should also add that, I have so many of our conversations captured, Not to share with my girls, But just to freeze the moment, When you said something unexpected, Like "I thought of you" And then followed up with a story, That brought a genuine smile to my face. I don't know what I'm going to do with all the screenshots, They are surely taking space on my c

That there's this weight, Over my heart, That will only lighten, When it tells you, Somethings that you already know, Yet you never hear me say. This is to tell you, That the things it wants to say, Are maybe for it to accept, After all these months, Because even now, It is questioning the authenticity, Of the feelings existence. This is to tell you, That I've never told this to anyone, Which is why it is scary, But scarier because it knows, The answer somewhat, Yet it hopes