Even though my hands are shaking, It's time to hit reset and start again, To write about happy moments, About bright, hopeful eyes, The smell of woods in the monsoon, While sharing an intimate silence. To put aside, The museum of mistakes, Take off the golden-rimmed nostalgic glasses, Live in the moment, And love too, Driving with windows open, And holding hands, Like we were never meant to be strangers again, Like it all goes perfectly now.

The white t-shirt sticks to his body, Gripping every curve of his muscles he has built, While his longish hair is curled up, Giving it a twist. He shakes it off at me, Teasing me before he even comes close, I only grin at him, As I read him like a prose. His stubble tickles my neck, While he leaves kisses of droplets, He smells like rain and now, me, Living an unforgettable scene. song in the background: tum se hi from jab we met

Iss saal baarish bhi, Kisi bichde hue dost ki tarah mil rahi hai shehar ko. Dheere se aate hue, Kuch apne baare mein batate hue, Kuch shehar ke baare mein puchte hue. Sawaal toh bahut hai baarish ke paas, Par kya uska haq ab bhi wahi hai? Jawaab dene toh hai shehar ko, Par sawaal puche toh pehle usse woh. Ek baar mein saari baatein hogi nahi, Itne din jo door rahe hai, Chodna toh ek dusre ko hai nahi, Par haq kya ab pehle jaise rahe hai? Par, baarish ne bhi thaan li hai, Aate

There's a shift in the matrix, An energy that's slowing everything down, But pacing things up too. Like I've bunch load of ideas and desires, But nothing is coming through, I heard we've switched timelines, There're have been many earthquakes too, The ring of fire is highlighted, All this happening at once, kyu? Then the mercury will go retrograde again, Life will be messy too, There's a shift in the matrix I feel, Will it feels right sometime soon?

Have you ever squeezed out every bit of toothpaste from the tube? Pressing is all to the front using the back of the brush and using the best technique possible to use one last bit of it before you finally throw the tube away? Yes? Then, you'll know exactly what I'm feeling right now. Empty. Squeezed out. Drained. Trash. Waiting to be thrown away.

Khayali, Khaana, Khamoshi. Kheese, Khidki, Khaas. Khet, Khargosh, Khatarnaak. Khel, Khoj, Kharab. °°° खयाली, खाना, ख़ामोशी। खींसे, खिड़की, खास। खेत, खरगोश, खतरनाक। खेल, खोज, खराब।

There are people walking by, But I feel like I'm in a bubble, Everyone can see me, But I'm giving no one any trouble, The insects give me company, On this bench with 10/10 peace, I've been here for a while, And I've always wanted to do this. The moon is a silent watcher from millon miles away, I wish there was someone to listen my thoughts this way.

I finally decided to close the many tabs in my brain, By taking it all out on a paper with a pen, Because somehow I think it transfers, My overthinking and makes it either very small or too much. I've so much more to say, But the words don't want to define the feelings, So, this is try another space occupied, By my unfinished, overthinking thoughts.

Have you ever been in that phase of life, Where none of the love songs feel relatable? Not just three romantic kind, But the sad kind too. You understand the depth of the lyrics, But none of them hit you hard enough to break your heart again, Or mend it. Because, same.

I try to practice this theory often: to separate the art from the artist. And I kinda fail at it, When my mind fights the heart saying, if it wasn't from the heart, it wouldn't be art, so how, do i, separate the art from the artist's heart? And now that I'm writing this, I'm wondering, if we really separate the art from the artist, then what remains of the artist? because everything about the artist is the art and everything about the art is the version of the artist hiding e

I liked that he reassured me, When I had doubts, And questions which seemed unanswerable, I liked that he didn't frown, With all my silly overthinking, I liked how he didn't call it silly, How he saw it as innocence, How he saw me with those honest eyes, Believing this version of me that stood vulnerable in front of him, I liked how he didn't run, I liked how he had abundance of faith, In everything being okay, Despite the world falling at our feets irrevocably, I liked how h

I find these kinda statements so illogical: "it took me 21 years to figure out something very generic and blah" Bro, you are 21 now, you were a baby for months, an infant for 2 more years, a toddler for 2 more and then a kid for a few more years. This is probably when you started learning about things in life but not all, specially not about SIPs and tax returns, so when you say, it took you 21 years to figure out about tax saving schemes, it makes no sense to me because why