March always feels like a surprise test on a chapter I have studied but never really understood. March tried to teach me how to be patient, I am not sure if I learnt it. March tried to teach me to be grateful for a healthy body, mind and soul. March tried to teach me to stay consistent. Staying consistent doesn't mean to show up everyday, it means to show up with all your heart, at regular intervals. I need to recharge my mind. I need a break. I need a vacation. I need nature

Raat thi, Hawa bhi thi, Tu bhi thi, Wahin pe, Bilkul pehle jaise. Mai bhi tha, Wahin pe, Bilkul pehle jaise, Baatein bhi thi, Khamoshi bhi thi. bilkul pehle jaise.

He traces me, From far away, Noticing every inch of my body, As if he's photographing me with his eyes, Registering how the golden hour light falls on me, How the air hugs me, How his look pinks me, Even from far away.

The sunlight fell differently today, On the mountain slopes, And on the leaves of the trees, Swaying in the afternoon sea breeze, Almost magically, Almost urging me to keep hoping, By saying, Look how gorgeous everything is, Look how gorgeous you are.

The holy trinity of, It's all going to be okay—I cannot keep doing this—What do I do to make it alright. The holy trinity of, I wish I did more—I did everything I could—It'll be okay. The holy trinity of, Ab kya hoga—Ab kya kya hoga—Mai kaise deal karungi sab?

I'm yet again floating amidst banks of the river, Just flowing away, Downstream, at full speed, Neither on this bank, Nor on that one, Holding on to nothing but a twig of faith, Hoping I don't drown, Before I reach the sea.

Maybe the universe is not so ironical, Maybe it's just punishing me for all the things I've done in this life and the past ones, For this 10 million coloured world suddenly turned into a mono-chromatic film, Right after she leaves me with the negatives of my own actions, Taking the sparkle from my eyes, Making me relive all my memories with her in colour, For life is now all black and white, Leaving me speechless as I read her rhymes phrases, That I could only describe as mer

A city that exists only at midnight, Is the one where we meet under the starlight, Shining on us from miles away, As we hug after staying away in the day. It feels scandalous, Almost illegal, Meeting like this, Where no one can see us, But it's the only place, You'll come see me, In my dreams, In a city existing in the midnights only.

I almost texted you again, Despite the last time which felt like a silly attempt to see if you would reply, Despite the time before that when you didn't reply to me for 1055 days. I almost called you again, Despite the last time when you didn't recognise my voice, When I really wanted to talk to you, To hear your voice, To hear your heart, To hear you hear me. I almost wrote a poem for you again, Despite the last time when I wrote for you, You claimed it then forgot about my

I've been opening up my heart, Like a box of chocolates, Asking someone to take a piece of it, But secretly wishing, No one takes any. Am I selfish, Or simply stupid?

Yeh jo baat mujhe andar hi andar khaaye ja rahi hai, Yeh hai kya mujhe batayega kya koi, Bewajah hi mujhe puraani yaad aaye ja rahi hai, Yeh jayegi kab mujhe batayega kya koi?

This feeling comes from within, Eroding every layer of progress I've ever made, Decaying the hope I have stored in the depths of my soul, Looting every ounce of light I've had. Why does it feel so sad, Why cannot I let it go.