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

There's not a pit in my stomach, It's an entire valley, Deeper than the ocean, And I only drown in the grief it contains.

Drifting in and out of sleep, Every minute feeling like a century, Every turn hugging the bed close, Every breathe just falling deeper, As I drift in and out of sleep.

Life, again, feels like it's paused, Just for me, And everyone else is running at full speed, In their lives, Away and far from me, Ahead and away from me, Far and ahead from me, Without looking back, Even once. i have to leave this place.

They tell me to not worry, And worry I don't do, They ask me if I'm happy, I haven't been happy in a minute or two, They say we were meant to meet, Then leave for we have done our work, They say we'll meet again, In some other universe, They say I'm going to be lucky, Can't wait to be luckier more.

I've been distracted by the sky, 368292 time today, For it is filled with cumulus clouds all over, Along with the majestic mountain in front of my window, All waiting for the westerlies to do it's magic, And bring monsoon over the barren slopes, Along with the entire city that awaits, For the first rain of the season desperately.