Baatein meri shor hai, Aur chuppi meri naraagzi, Bolu kuch mai toh galat hu, Na bolkar kaha hai azaadi?

Now, I'm realising, How being good invites people, To come into your home, With dirty shoes, Take a tour, And leave, With a goodbye note often saying, Similar things on the lines of, "It's too much for me; I expected something else; It's alright" When you have everything, When you are honestly you, When you have put everything you can to make it look like this - It's just alright? This is about the good people - whose goodness invites everyone over. This is about the dirty sh

Sometimes I don't recognise myself; In this version, In this time, In this era, In this character development, In this plot twist. Every time I think, I'm someone, Something happens that proves, I'm not that person anymore. I don't recognise myself in this world.

Then, There will be a moment, Looking so ordinary, Holding on to so much magic, Made for you, To witness, With every excited breath, The wonders of the universe, One moment at a time, And then revealing, All it's glory slowly, To become a core memory for life. it's all written.

If clouds were mountains, The ridges would have rounded corners, And every turn would be a maze, To get lost in, And to find a version of you, Bouncing on the surface, Almost flying in the sky, Freely gliding over the blue planet. If clouds were mountains, I would have a house somewhere up there.

Tera yahan hona, Mere aas-paas se guzarna, Yun aate-jaate rehna, Itefaak nahi ek saazish hai, Iss jahan ki, Jo hume milaati rehti hai, Raahon mein aise phool bichaati rehti hai, Baaton se zindagi guzaarti rehti hai, Yeh itefaak nahi ek saazish hai, Jaha teri-meri chalti nahi, Par chalti zindagi rehti hai, Teri-meri banti nahi, Kahani banti rehti hai, Teri-meri akele guzarti nahi, Zindagi guzarti rehti hai, Yeh itefaak nahi ek saazish hai, Mera yaha hona, Tere aas-paas se guza

I only wish, For one thing this time, Hope you have the courage to use your words, However rude you think they can be, However bitter they may sound, However difficult they are to spell, type and say out loud, I hope you use them, Instead of leaving me with a strong of silence, So brittle, It's impossible to hear my heart beat again.

Baithe hai, Uski khidki ke neeche, Chaar manzilo ke faasle se uska deedar hai, Hass rahi hai woh itna, Lagta hai usko bhi mujhse pyaar hai.

Send me, Receipts of your day, In the form of photos and video snippets, I want to see them all. Send me, Updates about all the little things, As random texts and voice notes throughout the day, I want to hear them all. Send me, Invites to your heart, As I curl up in a corner, possibly a soft one, I want to stay there after all.

Maybe we needed more time, To heal from each other, But how much, we didn't know, For how long or how slow? But this endless devotion to each other's heart is unfathomable, I had big hopes for us, That's something undeniable. But, in all that time and beyond, I rip you apart for art, Love and hate belong on the same coin, you see, Writing poetry is to just soothe the yearning, you see, While this longing to hold each other keeps increasing, Just the like angst of existence wi

Na lehza, Na koi lihaaz, Rakhte hai janaab, Kya hi shikaayat hogi unhe, Jinhe mil gaye sab gulaab, Roothna toh hum bhi chahte hai, Manane wala ho toh koi, Kehna hum bhi bahut kuch chahte hai, Sunne wala ho toh koi.

It's not scary anymore, The walking in darkness, In all the silence, But with an echo, Of all the old conversations, I have walked miles like that, And despite the distance, It's not scary anymore. What scares me the most is, How will you do it?