I am a memory keeper, And a whimsical memory creator, Doing intentional things, To remember, As plot twists, In new chapters of life, I am a memory keeper, And I keep it forever.

Yeh jo pahiya hai na, Samay ka, Baaton ka, Yaadon ka, Woh firse ghoomkar wahi aa gaya hai, Tere paas, Mere paas. Waisa hi kuch samay aaj bhi hai, Par waisa samay toh kabhi nahi hoga ab. Waisi baat aaj bhi hai, Par woh baat toh kabhi nahi hogi ab. Waise sab yaad aaj bhi hai, Par woh yaad toh kabhi bhula nahi hogi ab. Tu aaj bhi hai, Par tu woh toh nahi hoga ab. Mai aaj bhi hu, Par mai woh toh nahi hu ab.

There's a new conspiracy going on, Haven't seen you in months, Now I've seen you twice in two days long, The numbers are glitching too, Every one of them leading me to you, Like you all these signs will be soon gone, Without a goodbye or a message that you still belong.

Aaj fir dil ki baatein maine, Behro ko sunai hai, Muskuraakar fir maine, Apni khushi dikhaayi hai.

Kade hi ta bolna hunda hai, Inj chup-chup hi rahida, Fer koi tok ke, Uchha hor bolke, Ainvayi chup kara dinda ae, Fer apne aap nu assi vi ehi bata ditta ae, Kade hi ta bolna hunda hai, Inj fer chup hi rahida ae.

Mumbai is giving very Delhi vibes aajkal. Not mausam wise, But feel wise. That Bambaiya feeling is missing somehow. The other day while commuting in an AC local, I felt I was in Delhi Metro, Today Andheri Metro station felt like Kashmiri Gate ISBT. Very weird. Very not-Mumbai-like.

Another October passing by, With its last day feeling more like August, Sound of rain as I wake up, Overcast sky all day, Honestly I kind of like it a bit much, The way this rain keeps saying goodbye.

Early rings, Random late conversations, Mind full of doubts, With hope lingering all over, Crazy as crazy could get, Unexpected as unexpected could be.

To be seen, To not just be seen, But finally noticed, To be known, To be heard, I didn't know I was missing those feelings, Until someone, Saw me, Not just see me, Notice me, Know me, Hear me, I didn't know I was missing those feelings.

The utter desperation, To survive, Reeks of hope and logic, Until we keep fighting, To survive, Often forgetting, How to live, Because of the desperation.

Staring at the sky, The moments go by, The clouds shift places, In all the limited spaces, Like the ones in our heart, Scared of new things right at the start.

I keep wondering how people find the perfect outfits for every ocassion, I, have no patience for offline shopping, And there are so many things online, That I often get stuck in analysis paralysis, Eventually everything I like is out of stock, And those things are not available in my local markets.