I want to be a soft, lover girl, But I'm forced to be an independent girl, So I curl my fingers in a punch, And stop myself from hitting people, To get the work done, Clenching and unclenching the hands, Until the anger seeps out, Who the hell thought it was okay, To make a pretty girl hangry?

When a spark meets fire, The fire grows, And when the fire meets a catalyst, It roars.

Once again, Life feels like a big, Work in Progress all over again, And I don't know, Where this will take me, Or how much it'll destroy me, All I know is, I cannot run away from it, Even though I want to.

I have been feeling like the side character lately, That character whose story is left incomplete, The one whose character doesn't build up only, The character that only stays in the background of others people's big scenes and plot twists, The character that fades out eventually, The character no one remembers after a while, The character who wasn't probably required in the first place. Useless, story less, plotless.

As this year, Slowly starts coming to the end, I'm wondering, And reminiscing, On all the small-big lessons, Life threw at me. Honestly, I don't even remember much of them. All of this makes me wonder, What part does this year play in my overall life? Because right now, It feels like a tiny speck of dust, Almost meaningless at the moment, But, this feels like the start of a wave, A big one. The one I hope doesn't take me down to drown.

No one had read my poems since last four days, Makes me think, Really think, For the first time in the history of this blog, Am I doing it for myself, Or for views? But what is art, If it's not seen, read, appreciated, critiqued, Is the artist, Still and artist then?

Jitni baar tumse mili nahin hu, Usse zyada baar aaj tumhe yaad kar liya hai, Ichikiyon ke liye, Maafi.

Thankful for everyone in love who didn't give up, Despite the distance, Doubts, And other challenges, Your hope fuels mine.

I had a Deja Vu, Of us sitting together, When it was the first time we've met actually, Then someone said, This is what it means to be written from before, This is what it feels like it's meant to be.

To belonging, Where you are, To accept that you belong, Where you are, To feel that you belong, Wherever you are, Is everything you were, And you are.

Rooftop meet ups, Golden hour before sunset, Two cups of chai, Lots of conversations and silences, Peaceful sunset, You and I. What more do I want?

I'm suspended in time, In anticipation, Waiting for that one thing to happen, And I'm sure, It'll happen so fast, The time would go so quickly, Everything would feel so rushed, And this pause and calm, Is only preparing me for the carnival ahead.