अक्कल नै बाड़ी नीपजै , हेत नै हाट बिकाय।
Means wisdom doesn't grow in bed & love isn't found in the market.

When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay

A feeling
is not love
until it
tears your soul;
until a
drop—a star—
rolls down, cold.

A feeling
is not love
until your
world shatters,
and you burn—
to be reborn.