What is there to do here, When these four walls aren't even home, Why am I stuck here then, Where I don't even want to stay anymore, Who...

These corridors are strange, And I'm a stranger here, For I don't recognise myself, Here since a year. I wish I could go back, It doesn't...

Every grief leads me to that one grief, And makes me think, If the home was still there, Maybe it would be a little less sad than today....

If you stop me randomly on the road, And ask me where I live, I will, for a fact, Say your address, And then, sadly, Correct myself....

When I say I miss home, I mean, I don't miss the four walls and the roof that held me safe but I miss how the November setting sun casted...

Honestly, I thought I'll probably love it a little when I come back after staying away for 13 odd days. Anyway, I sometimes become...

I want this to stop hurting, The holding on, To this thing I've held on forever. i) I've held on to the ground that keeps me grounded,...

Baarish ki madham boondo mein, Anjaane makaano ko apna ek pata diya hai, Chaar dewaari si uss zameen ko, Ghar ka darja diya hai. Afsos...