I am channeling, Every word I can right now, To frame into sentences meaningful, But, just so you know, It's not as easy as it used to be. I have no ideas today, None of the pre-made prompts inspire me, There's no muse either to lure my words into a poetry for them, Yet, I've channeled these words, In despair, I think that's enough for bad, desperate poetry and attendance here.

Can we not, Walk past each other without acknowledging of each others existence even if it is just for a couple of steps? Can we not, Pretend to not know each other's stories, in's and out's, favourite songs, dreams and goals when we are watching each other's stories and not replying, not reacting, not talking about it anymore? Can we not, Make it so difficult? Love and friendship, Living and being loved, Talking and existing?

I go on walks, To not run into you, Change my hours, To not run into you, Change my lanes, To not run into you, Skip days, To not run into you, But every time I step out, I run into you, At every hour of the day or night, I run into you, Even when I change my lanes, I run into you, After skipping days, I run into you. Maybe it's meant to be like this, Maybe you're in my orbit.

Unfortunately, For all the people who think, They can break the ice with me, By being humourous, It's not happening, The ice gets colder, The wall gets thicker, Your humour doesn't melt it for me, It just makes me stare at your face, And, in that moment, You're thinking, I didn't get the joke, But, yeah, I did, And it wasn't funny for me to laugh at, Unfortunately, Humour doesn't work with me, Specially the kind, Where you are only laughing, Even if it means, You're laughing

I'm laughing at funny reels on Instagram, I'm smiling at the girlhood of women who have no idea I exist, I'm admiring the pinteresty photoshoots of random couples, And I'm feeling so happy for them, That it makes me so sad, For being so alone, For having to feel happiness from so far away, Almost scared, Because what if I only get to enjoy their happiness, And never get to live my own fairytale moments, What if it never happens for me?

Sannato mein, Goonjte hai, Bikhre dil ke tukde mere, Awaaz tumhe koi aaye, Toh sunn lena ab. • In silences, Echo, Broken pieces of my heart, If you hear something, Listen to it now.

Likhti bada haseen hai woh, Jaise aankhon saamne nazaare, Panne par ek tasveer jaise bas gaye ho, Jaise koi tasveer hi ho. Tasveerin badi haseen hai uski, Jaise aankhon saamne nazaare, Tasveer mein ek nazm likh gaye ho, Jaise koi nazm hi ho.

Why does every loss, Come back to that one loss over and over again? Even if it losing a pink scrunchie, But, oh, so, unexpectedly, To only learn detachment in a new way, To only lose hope, When it was coming back, To only realise, How much more work I've to put in, Because the previous work made me what I am today, And surprise, it's not what I'm supposed to be completely, But, only partially, Only in a balance, I don't know the formula of, Only for more character developmen

Every now and then, I will be put in a situation, Where I find your words haunting me, As if they're making me realise, Why you said them, then, And if I was in a situation like yours, ( like i usually am these days ) Then I am would say the same thing like you did. ( which hurt me so much back then . which still hurts me when i think of it, how harsh every word had felt, like a knife piercing through my heart, how, even today, it doesn't feel right, to say them to someone

Two characters from a series I'm currently binge watching, Talked, cried, fought over a situation, And that conversation felt like, All the words I was supposed to hear and say, Like, somehow, I was finding them, Somehow, to heal me, Words that should have come from you, otherwise, Though, it doesn't matter now, Maybe because I have made peace with the situation, Or because they never came from you.

Do you think when we have Deja Vu is when the future version of us nudge us to enact in a certain way for things to happen just how they're supposed to happen some 20 years down the line? Because, they've changed one thing from that moment you're having Deja Vu and it has ruined something/everything in the future and now it has to come back and change that one thing back to how it was to change the courses of future actions? Or Do you think when we have Deja Vu is when we shi

I think it would be a little more easier and exciting, If I knew someone, somewhere is reading my poems, Caring for every word I wrote, And wondering what I backspaced, Asking me questions, To have clarity of my thought, Telling me how bad it is, And cry sometimes too, It would definitely be lovely, If someone, somewhere would think about me.