Picture this — I am sitting on the bed nonchalantly, In front of two women, Who are an absolute force, But, in that moment, They don't know, That this is the moment, Which becomes a core memory, Not just for me, But for them too. And I do not dare, To take out my phone, And record this because, I know for a fact, That if I do, I will disrupt everything that happened next. Laughter, uncontrollable, The kind that makes your stomach hurt, And tear you up, For no reason, But only

We are traversing, Farther and further everyday, But with each milestone, I am leaving a piece of my heart, For you to pick up, If you ever decide to come this way again. We are beyond, Hope and prayers now, Because we have existed far too long, Yet I'm praying and hoping, For you to be happy, Even if you never decide to come this way again. We are light years away, Making me question if we ever existed, In the same time at all? With poety and photographs saying otherwise, Fo

It's always like this, isn't it? That everything will go well, Until the moment, One thing happens, That destroys the existence, Of every good thing that ever happened. Then nothing is right anymore, Because of one wrong that ever happened. butterfly effect 🦋

Then you decide, Whom do you want to keep fighting for, Till the end of days, To hold on and breathe, The same air as them, As you create history, Because not everyone deserves, The efforts you take, To keep knowing each other. And if someone fights for you, There should be a reason, And you should never ask why. Because you deserve it. Because they love you.

There's this almost urgency, Of your thoughts, That invade my mind, Right after I open my eyes, And then they stay, Even after I try my absolute best, To distract myself, Away from them and you. So, there's this almost request, To forget about you, But with everything that reminds me, In this absence yet presence with your thoughts, I don't know what to do anymore, Because holding on is not an option, And these thoughts are not letting you go.

I would cross oceans, All of them and more, Even made of fire, And iron ore, If I wanted to know, How you were. But here I am, Instead of doing that, I just hope, That you are okay and not under some grand stress. Because if I could really ask you, I would have done it some other way, And hoped you would say something, Other than you're okay, Because it doesn't really seem like that, And I wish I was there, To protect you from the oceans, All of them and more, Even made of fi

Aaj kaunsa naya bahana du mai khudko, Na sochne ka tumhare baare mein, Kyunki aaj fir koi puraani si baat, Yaad achanak aa gayi hai. Kal ke bahaane ab chalte nahi, Dil mein bahut si jagah khaali hai, Par dil ye bhara hua sa bhi toh hai, Tumhari yaad achanak jo aa gayi hai. Khair, chodo, tumhe pata hi toh hai, Ab tumse kya bahane banau tumhe hi yaad karne ke, Par woh kya bahana hai tumhara, Jo tumhe meri yaad aati hi nahi hai. Ya tumhara bhi roz naya koi bahana hoga, Na aane k

You were someone who made this universe less sad and scary. Because I knew I'm not alone in this magnificent creation whose existence is as mysterious as our thoughts. Because I knew I had somewhere to go at the end of any good and bad day like a home but you. Because I knew life went on without you but it would never be as good as the time when you were here. Because I knew you had some magic in your heart that make this universe less sad and scary. Because I knew I would ne

It is oftentimes, Intimidating, The silence of the morning, When the mind runs off to the situations that haven't happened yet, Trying to already fix the issues that might arise, But haven't happened yet. Though it is wise then, To call back the mind to live here in the now, Where you might have missed today, In search of tomorrow, Which, by the way, Hasn't happened yet, But intimidates you nevertheless.

Maybe the watch I'm wearing, Shows time of some other region, Because when I want some things, Now, It gets delayed everytime, Delayed indefinitely, So, it's either my watch that isn't working, Or I'm running far too ahead of my time. Or it's either my timing is incorrect, Because everything does happen at the right time, isn't it? Oh, and I'm tired of arriving at situations early and then waiting for others to arrive. Because, then either they're too late or they have decide

I remember our rituals, Of Sundays and Mondays, And how I secretly used to wait, And wish, For you to remember them too, Because it was a ritual, That manifested out of a habit, And not because of a promise, That we made to keep. But you did, Follow the ritual like an unsaid promise. Eventually situations changed, The ritual broke but the promise remained, Secretly in the conversations, Until they broke too. So, when I remember the ritual today, My whole body tingles with goo

We stand across the table, As we share words with each other, Whispering some, Understanding some, Without even saying, Like we had our own language, In mere minutes we spoke, Like we have spoken on nights, About everything in the world, Like we believe in each other, Without saying this out loud, Like even the silences are beautiful, As we stand under the lights together. We stand across each other, As we share our moments together, Whispering some, Singing some, Like we hav

I wish you were here, A five word story, That comepletes the evening of mine, I wish you were here, Sitting by my side, Telling me to breathe, And saying everything will be fine, I wish you were here, Listening to me, As I almost talk about you, I wish you were, Here dancing with me, As I later write a five word story, I wish you were here.

I am not going down without a fight, So, I'll spill every ounce of courage I have, And use every bit of hope, But not give up until there's nothing more, Of me left to lose, Because I am already in so much loss, But, I'm not going down without a fight.

On some mornings, It will feel like midnight, Darkness even in the warm light of November, Quietness even in the morning noises of the city, And heaviness that your mind and body feel even after a good sleep. On those mornings, I hope you find the courage to get out of bed, To push yourself through the darkness, And find some music to cut the silences, Feel lighter with the water that heals the mind and body. On those mornings, I hope you don't lose your heart, You believe in

I am a silhouette of broken dreams, A story half-written, A poem whose rhythm is messed up, An eclipse in shadow, The dark night without the moon, And a silhouette against the purple sky, Waiting to be more than just matter occupying the space, But also matter to this space, Where I don't just exist, Like an eclipse casting shadows, More like a free verse poem, And a story that seems complete, Without so many broken dreams.

I don't want to sound depressed, But nothing feels good, okay? Nothing feels right, Nothing feels like it's meant for me, Nothing feels like it's happening for me, And nothing feels like I deserve this, This, yes, even this nothingness, Doesn't feel right to me. So, what am I supposed to do, With all the nothingness, And how am I supposed to feel right about it?

It would be really nice, If I was wrapped, In your arms, And you just held me, For a minute or an eternity, Simply without any questions, But assuring me nonetheless, That the universe is listening, And will always do so, To hear our deepest wishes, And turn them into reality. But for now, A hug would be really nice.

There is a life, To be lived, In this waiting phase, Where you don't feel like you're moving, Or you've reached your destination, So, heal, all the hurt, You're feeling now, Before it gets too late, Before this journey ends, Because this is the life, To be lived, Even while hurting, To heal and to reach, Wherever you want to go.

Sure, I do, Have questions plenty, That I have, Asked to hearts empty, Trying to fill wounds, With hope scanty. Sure, I did, Have questions plenty, But I have, Loved enough hearts empty, Thinking they deserve it, With words scanty. Sure, I am done, Having questions plenty, But I have, Curiosity that doesn't leave my mind empty, But the answers I get, Make hope and words scanty.