I keep becoming a new person, And you keep witnessing me, Yet your absence hurts my heart, Though I believe it all happened for a reason, To break me, Then build me, Straight from the heart.

My side of the bed, My soft fluffy pillow, My chair on the dining table, My steel glass from childhood, My plate of comfort food - dal chawal. Somethings that made today good.

Of mornings cold, And evenings colder, Of days old, And years older, Of memories new, And life newer.

Love to the point of invention, Has it's own definition, As grief has no bounds, As love has no limits.

Walking through history, Of capitals old and new, Living through moments, Once lived by heroes.

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

I walk on rose petals, Waiting for a story to unfold, That's a little extra magical, A little extra ethereal.

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.

Fursat chahiye, Zindagi jeene ke liye, Yeh bhaag daud kar, Faisle nahi lene mujhe.

I've watched the scenes change, Through the window, Of this country side, Telling me, How this is another initiation, Of a new plot in life.

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

What part of me, Encourages them to ragebait me? What part of me, Makes them think I'm easily manipulated? What part of me, Makes them think I'm approachable? What part of me, Makes them think I'll honour their audacity?