The cold that made me crave for the warmth of my blanket is long gone, And all I wake up to now is the heat of the sun pulsating through the air, Making me desire the cool rain and wind of the monsoon, Hitting my face like a soft kiss from the sky.

A bad dream, A silent prayer, An entire morning of contemplating, A whole afternoon of doubt, An evening raising questions, A night instigating further, This day was heavy in all possible ways.

Zindagi mein zyaada kuch nahi chahiye, Bas, ek dost, Jo ghanto tak saari baatein sun le, samjh le, Kabhi pahaado par saath chal le, Toh kabhi maidaano mein chauke-chakke dekhke uski charcha kar le, Zindagi mein zyaada kuch nahi chahiye, Bas, ek dost, Jo zindagi mein saath ghoom le.

I let out a whisper today, Out in the wide universe, And somehow you heard it, Despite everyone else that then existed, How it this a coincidence, How it's not already planned, How it's still you, Helping when you can.

I can understand the void in the heart, After someone leaves, But what is this void, In the heart, For a person yet to arrive. feels pathetic.

I love how I curate my Instagram stories at times, With the perfect songs, For the almost perfect photos, Documenting it all, For later days.

Another day goes by with nothing changing, But as an installment of the change that's right around the corner. It almost feels like I'm the audience, Waiting for a new season of the most watched and acclaimed series ever made, And another banging season is about to drop. can't wait. honestly.

I've tried distracting my mind from the pain I woke up with, But nothing has made it go away, Every minute I've beared it, Somehow, I cannot say, How will the night fare now, Don't ask me, how, Tomorrow will be a new day.

Kamro ki dewaaro par, Roshni padti hai dhalano mein, Dil bhar suraj ki, Aur raat bhar chaand ki, Bas shaam ke waqt, Thoda andhera rehta hai, Tab dikhti hai humari tasveer, Lipti hui baaton mein.

Whenever you'll arrive, Arrive with no haste, Of leaving, Arrive with all the time, To stay, Arrive with all the heart, Even with its broken and lost pieces, Arrive with a smile, And some flowers, Arrive for me, Arrive for you, Simply arrive, For me and you.

I won't say love didn't ruin me, Because it did, By giving me hope, By taking it all away, By making me believe it, Then question it on everything it says, By making me feel it, Then not making me feel anything anyway, Love ruined me, Making a lover girl so atheist in love today.

The liminal spaces of my heart, Echo with whispers of hope, Calling for miracles, Which occurs unexpectedly. I wonder how they have found the courage, Again, to hope, To find magic, That ran through every square inch, Of the very same liminal spaces, Abandoned not just once, Reclaimed not just once. This feels different though, Almost impossible, To fill up corners with new possibilities, But, those whispers echo, In every liminal space of my heart.