Indecision dances in the mind's embrace,
A tangled web of choices to chase.
Between the paths, uncertain we sway,
Seeking clarity to light our way.

In shadows deep, where struggles reside,
Darkness whispers, fears to confide.
Yet within its grasp, strength does bloom,
Guiding us through nights of gloom.

Through trials and tests, we learn to see,
A light within, burning fiercely and free.
For in life's darkness, courage takes flight,
Illuminating paths with hopeful might.

Love is like a flower that blossoms before a storm
You'll see it is slowly stripped of its petals and then trampled and ripped out by it's roots🥀

kabhi toot ke bikharne lagu jo
To aake bahon mein samet lena tum,
kho jau jo kabhi kisi mod pe
To aake raah dikha dena tum,
Ladkhada jau jo mein agar
aake mera hath tham lena tum,
rooth jaaye agr Sara Jahan bhi mujhse
tab bhi mera sath dena tum,
mein aau tere hisse, tu aaye mere hisse
kuch is tarah ye duniyan bant lena tum,
puche jo koi haq hai kiska tumpe
bus ek mera hi naam lena tum,
kabhi toot ke bikharne lagu jo
To aake bahon mein samet lena tum....

"कि मैं तुम्हारा इंतज़ार करूँगी
तुम चाहो या ना चाहो फिर भी तुमसे इश्क़ बेशुमार करूँगी
ये दिन, ये महीने, ये साल बस यूँही बीत जाएंगे,
मैं तुमसे सालों बाद भी बस यूँही प्यार करूँगी
तुम मशगूल होगे अपने कामों में,
मैं हर पल सिर्फ तुम्हें याद करूँगी
कुछ यूँ मैं तुम्हारा इंतज़ार करूँगी...
जब तुम्हें देखने का मन हुआ,
तुम्हारी तस्वीरों का घंटों दीदार करूंगी,
जब तुम्हें सुनने का मन हुआ,
जो मेरे कानों में बस चुकी है आवाज़,
उस आवाज़ को बस याद करूंगी,
कुछ यूँ मैं तुम्हारा इंतज़ार करूंगी..
हाँ, जानती हूँ तुम मेरी किस्मत में नहीं हो,
पर मेरी किस्मत की आजमाइश में हर बार करूंगी,
पता है मुझे तुम शायद कभी नहीं मिल पाओगे,
फिर भी तुम्हारी राह टाकती मैं यूंही वक़्त बरबाद करूंगी...
हाँ, मैं कुछ इस तरह से तुम्हारा इंतज़ार करूंगी..."

Time, elusive and intangible
A force that rules all things imaginable
It flows like a river, never ceasing
A relentless march, never easing

It ticks away, second by second
An unstoppable force, never reckoned
It waits for no one, never pausing
A constant reminder, always causing

We try to catch it, to hold it still
But time slips away, against our will
It takes with it memories and moments
A cruel thief, always in motion

We measure it with clocks and calendars
A never-ending race, with no winners
It binds us to the past, and the future too
A constant reminder, of what we must do

We chase it, we curse it, we try to control
But time marches on, with its own goal
We must learn to live, in the moment we're given
For time is a gift, that never stops giving.

I can’t decide
if I’m comforted by the fact
that every thought  
I’ve ever had
has probably been had
before

And I don’t know
which is worse
That we are, perhaps
incredibly,
undeniably
not special at all
Or that we incredibly,
undeniably
are