We hope for the best, With crossed fingers, And silent prayers, Tiny rituals, And superstitions, By following patterns, And breaking some, We are hopeful creatures, Hoping for the best.

With no plans lately, Life has it's own plans with me, And somehow I'm okay, Okay being led on, Okay being fed with ideas, motivation and willpower, Okay being slow and restrained, Okay being patient and waiting for my turn, For I know it'll come very soon, Where I will be the star, And all of the universe will revolve around me, Not that it is not right now, It is, But I want a little more, But, for now, I'm okay.

I can only carry you along, Until you follow me around, For I'm not dragging unnecessary baggage, Any further with me anymore. But, I'll always carry a piece of you, In my heart, Wherever I go, However further it is from you, And you'll always have room, Wherever I'm staying, For a day or night two, But the moment you decide, To weigh more than it is allowed, I'll leave you behind, With the local dogs, And not come back, For I'll know your address, And you'll not know me, Eve

Between level ups, character development and the plot thickening, I know I'm moving through the most important phase of my life yet, And there's absolutely nothing in my control, Nor I want any of it, For I believe, Everything is happening, For a reason once again, A lesson to be taught, A heart to be broken, A character to be developed, A chapter to be closed, It's so scary, It's so important.

Sarhadein bana dete hai, Bina puche haal-chaal, Kal tak jo kuch mera tha, Ab kya saara tera ho gaya? Kal tak mera toh tujhpe haq tha, Aaj usspe zamaane ka shaqq ho gaya, Kal tak jo kuch apne the, Aaj kaise paraaye ho gaye, Sarhadein bana dene se, Hum tujhse baaghi ho gaye. credits to the owner

Thak-haar kar jab laut-ti hu mai, Har raat lafzo ke paas, Duniya aur dhaago ki uljhano ke baad, Motiyon ko sui se pirone ke baad, Tab khayal bas ek hi aata hai, Kaha hai woh ladki jiske paas, Har din koi nayi si kahani hoti thi, Kaha hai woh haseen kavya, Jiske dware woh khwaab buna karti thi, Kya ho gaya jo khwaabo ko chod, Dhaago ko bun rahi hai? Aisa bhi kya bun rahi hai, Ki khwaab ab bune nahi jaate, Sahi bhi bun rahi hai ya nahi? Ya firse sab kuch udhed dena hoga, Raat k

The crescent suns adorn my house, Sprinkling glitter in every corner, Just the way my heart lights up, When it's near you, The actual eclipse is when you're gone, And those minutes are not so few.

If I shut all the tabs in my brain right now, The air feels pretty amazing, Kinda cool, Kinda happy, Kinda free, And with that, Every worry in my brain, Makes less sense, As if it almost knows, That everything will be okay eventually. And I believe that voice.

I see everyone dripped in the scent of love, And here am I feeling the furthest from it, If I'm not supposed to be loved, Why have I then felt even a little bit of it?

What if everyone has a script written for them, And everyone is following it to its T, And no one told me about it, Because somehow they realized I don't have a script, And I'm simply here stumbling from one corner to the next, Barely managing every stage of life, And others are, Living, actually living and not just surviving every level, In an easy way, While I dodge and scatter from every evil. I wonder if everyone is laughing at me, I wonder if they have secret meetings di

I'm compelled, To believe, To hope, To create, Magic in every little way, For I think I cannot dare, To miss any of the chances, That come my way, That have me believe, Even in the slightest, To hope, Even a little bit, To create, Magic in my own way, To make things happen, And I know, I'm compelled, Because I know, It'll always workout for me.

The train is leaving the station, And you're walking in the opposite direction, The person you came with on the station, Is now being whizzed past you, Further away with each passing second and mile, There's something about the way you feel then, There's something special about it, There's something sad too.