I'm re-reading an old book today, The same one, I knew every line of, With phrases highlighted and underlined, Annotated margins with random thoughts. Some with context, Others, without, Followed by my own poems, Wherever I could find space, Whenever I got inspired. I'm reading that same book, again, And some lines surprise me, As if I'm reading them for the very time, Like I've underlined them, For this very moment, To leave me astonished, To hold me by my shoulders, And sha

I take things personally, One wrong sentence out of your stupid, little mouth, Will have me fixated on the fact that you think so little of me. Maybe, I am letting myself get rage-baited, Maybe, you don't even deserve my annoyance and energy, But, all I could think of is, How little you think of me. Then, I will leave you, For I have become a leaver lately, And I'll leave to with your misery, And all the small, stupid things, Of how little you think of me.

Thoughts I had while travelling on the highway at midnight: • maybe it's easier to talk to a stranger about all the messes in your life because you'll never see them again. it's a possibility that you crave an authentic connection with someone/anyone so bad that you are ready to remove the "i'm strong" mask and be the most vulnerable self you, yourself have ever witnessed. but, remember, you'll probably not see the stranger again but you'll always crave for that vulnerable se

If I had to write a pep-talk to myself tonight, I would write all the obvious things I know, you're strong you're brave you're courageous and everything will work out for you you're at the right place, at the right time, with the right people, if there was no fear, what would you do? do that. you're safe this is a level up you are capable of so much more you're stronger than you know And I would make a few certain brain cells, Listen to all of this on a loop, And apologise fo

If there's a border between lost and found, Then, it's my temporary address currently. I am lost, But I have found pieces of me too. I am lost, But I feel at peace too. I am lost, But I don't know where I'll be found. I am lost, But when was the last time I was found? So, I live here, On this border, Which is practically a thin line, I often cross, Sometimes finding myself, Most of the times, Feeling I have lost a piece of me I will never get back.

How do I convince myself, To go out, How do I make the executive decision like that, How I desperately need some air, How I cannot bring myself away from this despair, How do I let someone in, How do I stop them from totally coming in, How do I convince myself it's okay, How do I know this is the right way?

Every day of this life has started to feel more like I'm kept on the waitlist to be reimbursed for all the good things I deserve. I keep surviving, I keep existing, I keep going on, But, I don't remember living, I don't remember enjoying, I don't remember a day that hasn't felt like I'm on survival mode. I want to live and not just exist, I want to enjoy the moment now, Not wait for the delayed gratification that'll never arrive.

I have come to a realization that the best things happen when you have zero expectations, When you have tried your best despite everything and haven't got any result, When there's nothing more to do except to believe in your process, When you're just focusing on leveling up somehow, Then, everything starts lining up for you, Everything starts to fall in place, Things start moving, An upward spiral is created, There's only one way to go, ahead, forward, When you least expect i

My Instagram is filled with snippets of people on the streets, Just like the movies where everyone gets together to bring down the bad guy, Sadly, it is slower in reality than in the movies, Where the bad guy steps away, letting the masses rejoice. I have not seen a protest like this in years, It's long overdue, It's the need of the hour, It's crucial to protect, What we call democracy, However little is left of it. I hope this doesn't go in vain, Or there'll be far more bloo

I wear mogra tiara in my straight-long hair, And stay in delirium all day in its fragrance, Crocheting little things with my finest hook, And getting distracted with every other little thing, As my mind floats right towards you, Hoping I cross your mind once or twice too.

What did I expect? Nothing! I expect nothing from the effortlessness I exhibit, I expect nothing to happen, I expect magic, But, how do I expect it to happen? What did I expect, From another week in, Another sets of days without adventure, I expect nothing to happen, I except plans, But, how do I expect them to happen?

Today I ate all my meals alone, I'm grateful for each morsel of food, yes, And, no, it's not that I was alone at the house, I was just alone. Not that it would have mattered if everyone or someone sat with me, Even once, For it would have been a sad affair then too, And I don't really like eating alone, But more than that, I hate eating sad. So, I ate every bite quickly, To stop any of my tears dropping into the food to make it saltier, And left the table before I even finsih