I've been so comfortable in my own space, That now it's looking like a flaw, Now, I have to learn new ways, To find a balance between peace and chaos.

A friend called after months today and though I didn't share the depths of my heart's thoughts with him, it felt like he could see the insides of my brain. Because, whatever he said about me was so perfect. A friend calling you out on your behaviour because they want to see you grow and be happy feels so wholesome. It's like, damn, I need to do well, not just for me, but for the friend who sees that version of me that can exist. 🥺 Living on his hope for now. Until, I gather

I think I did pretty well, All throughout the day, Which tested all of us, Left, right and centre, Hopefully, all the parties, Have learnt their individual lessons, Because, I, have, I guess, ie: set boundaries, leave early, don't trust the timings of the local trains, don't get upset because of things you're not in control of, don't rush, live in the moment, try to reflect what you're being taught, have patience, work on small things without procrastinating or you'll have to

January has just felt like an extended version of December, Have you felt anything different than just the change of the numerics at the end of the date? Because the vibe is what you feel from inside, Be it December, January or February.

I am so upset and angry, At probably everything today, For all the ways life has turned out, Despite being good, I am angry for the things I didn't get, For all the things that I still don't have, For everything that I deserve, And yet not served. I am angry at every little thing that hasn't happened yet.

Can I come back to you, Wounded from the battles, I fight silently in my head, Scratched all over with scars my thoughts cause, Breathless yet with my heart beating too fast, The same one you broke once, The same one that I have been mending since, Can I come back to you?

Sleepless nights, Stretched days, Lots of anxiety, Like nothings in place, Wish for a heart, One that feels a little mine, And a couple of arms, To hold my thoughts still at night.

Most of the time, I'll be like, IDK, But, then, Manage to do everything I said I would, Without asking for help, And without telling you I did it, I would take photos, But I won't share, To show off, But silently, Keep writing you off, Because, I can, Because, I could, Because, I did, So, IDK.

I'm starting to realize, The value of the sun, And a bright sky, Because these grey skies, Apart from the monsoon months, Are causing my mood to be dull and low, Like the weather itself. miss you blue skies and clouds ☁️

I was walking outside of my complex, When I noticed an old lady walking towards the gate, I sped up, Opened it, Held it for her, While a man, A few years older than me, Sped up, Passing over that woman and me, As we looked at each other, In disbelief. She told me to go, I said softly, no, I held it open for her, Not him, Not that I have a problem with opening doors for men, But I have a problem with the ones, Who, not once express gratitude, A simple nod would've been okay to

I've spent hours to make roses today, And at the end of the night, I have a whole garden in my room. How amazing it is to know, The tricks to turn a strand of yarn into flowers, And mere words into poetry. How grateful I am. How lucky I am.

It's just me, And my silly little heart, Not giving up, Despite deciding to, Finally, eternally, Yet somehow, Grasping for the tiny rope, Of hope, Thrown unexpectedly. And didn't I recently told a friend, That, sometimes, in the darkest days of our life, There are some people who show you the light in their heart, It's very important, at that time, To follow that light, To hold on to that glimmer, Even if you can't see anything else. So, here's my silly, little, broken and he