That random wave of unproductivity, Followed by a banger idea, Proves that, Everything goes wrong, Before it starts to go right, The only way to reach that point, Is to keep going.

As the sky turns from black to blue to orange, I sit in silence, Along with the noise in my head, Blasting sad songs, Until the sunlight hits my face, And reminds me what I'm made of.

To be seen, To not just be seen, But finally noticed, To be known, To be heard, I didn't know I was missing those feelings, Until someone, Saw me, Not just see me, Notice me, Know me, Hear me, I didn't know I was missing those feelings.

The utter desperation, To survive, Reeks of hope and logic, Until we keep fighting, To survive, Often forgetting, How to live, Because of the desperation.

Staring at the sky, The moments go by, The clouds shift places, In all the limited spaces, Like the ones in our heart, Scared of new things right at the start.

I keep wondering how people find the perfect outfits for every ocassion, I, have no patience for offline shopping, And there are so many things online, That I often get stuck in analysis paralysis, Eventually everything I like is out of stock, And those things are not available in my local markets.

Sooner or later, Something happens, That makes it all okay.

Sometimes I don't feel like writing, Because I have already written about it before, But I haven't processed it completely, Which makes me want to write about it again, But I don't want to sound like a stopped clock, So, I try to find new ways to say that thing. And, also, Probably because I don't want you to know how I'm really feeling.

How much are these lights illuminating the darkness of our minds? How much of this happiness is real? p.s. sending strength, hugs and love to everyone who's feeling the big emotions this festive season. 🎐

You are echoing in my mind, But all I hear are the words I said, And the silences that followed, Ricocheting through the empty chambers of my heart.

Kya mujhe firse tumhe bulaana chahiye tha? Kya meri koshishein kaafi nahi thi? Kya tumhare sapno mein mai aati hu? Kya tum mere baare mein kabhi sochte ho? Kya meri dosti kaafi nahi thi? Kya mujhe tumhe sachi bhool jaana chahiye? Kya mujhe firse tumhe bulaana chahiye?

I'm expected to talk nicely, And ignore how others behave. I'm expected to forgive them for that, Without receiving an apology. I'm expected to forget what happened, And put up a show to become a bigger person. I'm expected to be the bigger person, Despite being hurt. I'm expected to serve smiles in a platter, And serve myself last, Or even starve if nothing is left. I'm expected to offer more than I have, I'm expected to have. Without being offered anything. I'm expected to