I'm waiting for the time, When I'm not waiting, For you, Or for anyone, For a moment, Or for history, To be written, The way I want. As now I know, That everything is meant, To happen at the exact time, I believe but not too much, Hope but don't give totally up, Expect but not really, Then, I'll get, What is meant for me.

I'm striking out, Words and feelings, That no longer, Make me feel, Loved and cared for, It's time I claim, Everything I want, Everything that's mine. Are you?

You hurt me, Then you want me, To forget that, You hurt me, Then make me, Believe that I am, A bigger person, Than you, But to forget this, How am I supposed to?

I smile, Thinking of you, And then wonder, If you think of me too. Maybe it's just me, For I'm an overthinker, Or it's just me, Looking for warmth in winter.

I don't wish you were here. You know, Because if takes me to wish you to be in this moment with me, Then I don't want you. But that doesn't mean, I'm not thinking of you, With every passing cloud, And every passing mountain turn, While I throw stones in the valley, Like I threw stones in the river, And secretly wished if you were here.

Inside me, There's a fire, That burns me, At times, Giving me, Reality checks, For the hopes in me, Have forseen, The truth in front of me.

I've been constantly making The same mistakes Again and again And I've been thinking really When am I ever going to change So as this rain falls on the earth today, I feel elated while I let go, And feel free, Like I am the rain, And I'm free to flow. somewhere between falling and flying.

Now, It just seems, Almost like a figment, Of my imagination, His existence, That made a way, In my poems, Now, It just seems, Like history.

Aren't we all looking for safe havens at the end of the day, To spend a quiet moment, To ponder about life and to just be, For a while, As it is. I hope I'm a safe haven to someone, I hope someone is for me too.

My mind keeps going back to you, Why I ask, Because you keep going away from me, Why I ask, For I want to keep you forever, Why I ask, For you don't want to stay, Why I ask.

Sihaane ko sunaake, Humari baatein kal ki, So gayi mai, Bina kisi sapne ne. Kyunki fir koi sapna mujhe, Tootte dekhna nahi hai, Kyunki fir koi apna mujhe, Roothte dekhna nahi hai.

Today I just want to repeat this one sentence over and over again - IF PEOPLE CAN BELIEVE IN YOU SO MUCH, THEN SO CAN YOU. I have to believe in myself. Not that I don't, but, maybe, while dealing with everything that was coming my way and nothing was falling in place, I stopped believing in myself. I believed that those moments won't last forever, but, I didn't really believe that I could make through them. I believed that I deserved better, but I didn't believe that somethin

Though I see so many of you, Yet there's no one here, But at times it's okay, With me and my solitude to hear, Things I stopped saying, Stories I no longer want to share, I have a few to talk about, But no one really seems to care.

Kabhi kabhi lagta ki, Kal sab theek ho jayega, Par woh kal aane par, Beeta hua kal kisi sapne se kam nahi lagta, Jo poora hua nahi, Adhoora sa hai, Ab bhi, Kal aane par bhi.

I think I am, Turning a curve, After a long stop, At a place, I never really wanted to, But maybe I needed, This pause, To let the storm pass, Hopefully now ahead, Lies a path somewhat memorable.

I can sense it. The incoming of the rain before it actually arrives. It is getting darker outside, with the grey clouds sweeping the sky along with the gusty wind. The scorching heat since the last few days is vanished and the cold air brings a sense of calmness as the storm builds up. The green of the trees look greener as it stars drizzling and honestly, the feeling of first rains is incomplete without petrichor. Is there any way to capture this fragrance in a bottle? Becau

I didn't know, That four years later, I would be here, With the people I have, And the memories that we made, Without realising, That one day, All these will be, A message in the bottle, And every message, Will have a story, Unforgettable, Like us.

I want to be the place you come back to; - from a long trip when you don't want to come back, but it's been enough days that you've been away. - from a long day at work with all your stories about your colleagues and all your tiredness as you lay your head on my lap before you fall asleep mid-conversation. - from drenching in rain and almost ruining your favourite shoes looking at me with those puppy eyes as water drips from your hair on your face. - from anywhere, to you. -

There's an illusion, Of things portrayed, Because the reality, Seems a lot different, Than what I see, Making me question, One thing - Are we even real? ••• In this universe, unexplored and unknown at its ends, we live in the hope - of days better where we are loved unapologetically, where we love fearlessly and where there are more good days than bad; we live in the moments between two laughs, breathing the fragrance of seasonal changes, experiencing life as it comes, living

The sea is angry, At something, So is the sky, As it pours, Uninviting in a way, Like it's guarding, A territory, Of happy people.