Fear has engulfed me right now, And I'm drowning in the thoughts, About things I cannot control. So, here, B R E A T H E. inhale, exhale. It's all going to work out for me. Everything is being taken care of. I am okay. Everything will be okay.

Aaj baat toh hui hai, Par aadhi si, Baaton waali baat nahi, Upar upar wali si. Aaj raaste badal toh liye hai, Par mudke wapas gaye toh hai, Door tak nahi, Thoda door tak hi sahi.

I'm asked questions, In search of answers, opinions and suggestions, I'm expected to know, give and have ideas, To figure it all out. This, tires me, I don't think they understand that, Maybe because they haven't realized how much energy it takes, To answer, give opinions, suggest the right things, To figure it all out, for them. But, I get tired, I don't think they understand that, I have questions to be answered too, I need opinions too, I need suggestions too, But, all I h

Not a minute to spare, I still thought of you, Looking for a familiar face, In the chaos of my thoughts, too, Not a minute to spare, I will now dream of you.

Something clear and merciless, Finding each other randomly at all places, Like the sky meets the sea somewhere, Like the morning meets midnight, Like the air meets your lips, Like your lips meet mine.

There's dirt piling up on the side of the roads, Making it almost an impossible city to walk in, While the dry leaves of the trees, Don't feel romantic enough to me now, Where's all the tax payers money going, Because there are still roads broken at random intervals, Why do they remember the cables, Right before monsoons, oh! When one area's roads get fixed, The next one area is a damsel in distress, Where's all the tax payers money going, Who's the city's mistress? The only

I want this to stop, Questions to stop, Expectations from me to know about everything to stop. Expectations of right answers from me too stop. Because whatever I will say, will never ever be right for you, anyway. I don't want to think, overthink or figure out anything, I want everything to just stop.

Ever since I realised, I have big, big feelings, And not everyone has the capacity to understand them, I've only realised the same fact, Over and over again, Years later too, Only to be called rebellious and wrong, Only to be criticized for feeling sad and angry, Only for the actual reasons to cause it ignored, Only to be left alone to deal with them, Only to be misunderstood forever. I am, once again, Tired of everything and everyone.

I currently despise and get disgusted by, All, I mean it when I say, all, Members of a certain gender, Of the smartest animals to exist on this planet. Over and out.

Today felt like an afternoon from the summer vacation when I used to be in school/college. The air had something nostalgic in it, As I read a book, Determined to finish it off in one day, Like I used to do back during summer holidays, Curtains drawn dimming the light, And nothing on the mind.

The kind of heaviness, I feel inside of me, Requires a long hug, And an assuring conversation. About everything.

The fragrance of the forest, Highlighted at that one secret spot, Another secret stop, Calls me again and again. Visions of you, Go past me everyday, Do you see me too, Despite always looking away?