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

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?

Thing I realized/learnt in April: writing is still difficult and i don't really know what to do about it i want to give myself everything i want but i am scared that uncontrollable things will ruin it for me i want to get away for a short break i am tired. i don't like to make decisions. i don't find anyone interesting to talk to on consecutive days. i don't want to talk to anyone. i want to scream. i miss the ocean and beach. i miss the mountains. i miss the version of me wh

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.

I have a really wholesome topic to write on, But I have a stupid migraine, All lights are pinching my eyes, My head is throbbing with its own heartbeat, And everything above the neck feels so heavy, So, I have one thing to say, "Ek chataīk chamaat maarungi mujhe kuch kaha toh" inspired by the legendary Geet from Jab We Met, "shut uppp, ek chamaaat maarungi zyada bakwaas ki toh" 🙏🏻

There's dirt piling up on the side of the roads, Making it almost an impossible city to walk in, While the dry leaves of the trees, Don't feel romantic enough to me now, Where's all the tax payers money going, Because there are still roads broken at random intervals, Why do they remember the cables, Right before monsoons, oh! When one area's roads get fixed, The next one area is a damsel in distress, Where's all the tax payers money going, Who's the city's mistress? The only

Can I come back to you, Wounded from the battles, I fight silently in my head, Scratched all over with scars my thoughts cause, Breathless yet with my heart beating too fast, The same one you broke once, The same one that I have been mending since, Can I come back to you?

Soft hellos, Extended goodbyes, Long conversations, Muted silences, Secret glances, Accidental touches. moments, here and there

Still, there is this desire to be loved, Still, there is this horror at being left behind, Still, there is this ache for something that's not here, Still, there is this feeling of everything going right.

I almost texted you today, Almost. Despite the busy day I've had, I found pockets of calm, Or I should say, Pockets of moments to keep me sane in this chaos, And in one such pocket, I missed you a lot, A lot. Then, I found a song, That you would have definitely liked, Like, definitely. And I almost sent it to you, Almost. Maybe, on one such day, I won't have such strong control over my mind, And my mind will let my heart do what it wants, Today was not that day, though, I mis

In your twenties, There will be a guy, Who'll text you one night, Saying how a certain song reminds him of you. A song that was always your favourite to begin with. It's important for you, To not take it personally. Because, that moment onwards, Whenever you'll listen to that song, It'll remind you of him, And when he leaves, Which he will, You'll not be able to listen to your favourite song, For 20+ months. Maybe he'll forget about all the sweet words he said, But, your hear

I see you first, After days that turned into months, Did you long for me too? You turn slow, To look at me a little more, Did I want to look at you too? Yes, I did, But, no, I didn't, Why do I avoid your eyes, Why don't I smile? Why am I such a mess? Why do you find me all the time?