There's a shift in the matrix, An energy that's slowing everything down, But pacing things up too. Like I've bunch load of ideas and desires, But nothing is coming through, I heard we've switched timelines, There're have been many earthquakes too, The ring of fire is highlighted, All this happening at once, kyu? Then the mercury will go retrograde again, Life will be messy too, There's a shift in the matrix I feel, Will it feels right sometime soon?

I liked that he reassured me, When I had doubts, And questions which seemed unanswerable, I liked that he didn't frown, With all my silly overthinking, I liked how he didn't call it silly, How he saw it as innocence, How he saw me with those honest eyes, Believing this version of me that stood vulnerable in front of him, I liked how he didn't run, I liked how he had abundance of faith, In everything being okay, Despite the world falling at our feets irrevocably, I liked how h

The journey to this place was full of realizations, questions, doubts, fear, anxiety and courage. I have no idea from where I found courage, because, the other feelings were almost overpowering the bravery I had hidden in me. So, with the constant questions while planning and actually being on the road to this place. were, "Why am I going there? Why is this place calling me? What am I going to do there? Why am I going there????" on a loop. And, right when I saw the mountains

I'm yet again floating amidst banks of the river, Just flowing away, Downstream, at full speed, Neither on this bank, Nor on that one, Holding on to nothing but a twig of faith, Hoping I don't drown, Before I reach the sea.

I have a really wholesome topic to write on, But I have a stupid migraine, All lights are pinching my eyes, My head is throbbing with its own heartbeat, And everything above the neck feels so heavy, So, I have one thing to say, "Ek chataīk chamaat maarungi mujhe kuch kaha toh" inspired by the legendary Geet from Jab We Met, "shut uppp, ek chamaaat maarungi zyada bakwaas ki toh" 🙏🏻

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

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?

Walking through history, Of capitals old and new, Living through moments, Once lived by heroes.

Soft hellos, Extended goodbyes, Long conversations, Muted silences, Secret glances, Accidental touches. moments, here and there

Still, there is this desire to be loved, Still, there is this horror at being left behind, Still, there is this ache for something that's not here, Still, there is this feeling of everything going right.

I almost texted you today, Almost. Despite the busy day I've had, I found pockets of calm, Or I should say, Pockets of moments to keep me sane in this chaos, And in one such pocket, I missed you a lot, A lot. Then, I found a song, That you would have definitely liked, Like, definitely. And I almost sent it to you, Almost. Maybe, on one such day, I won't have such strong control over my mind, And my mind will let my heart do what it wants, Today was not that day, though, I mis

I have prayed and cheered, I have supported and feared, I have followed and walked, I have seen you start, I have seen you finish, I have seen you at the top, I have seen you at the bottom, More than anything, I have been there, Without you knowing about my existence, Yet, I have prayed and cheered...