This path is my routine,
Traffic lights glint to green,
I feel plastered to the ground,
In the middle with vehicles moving around,
Blurred vision, numbing mind,
I could still hear the honking behind.
At this moment, at this point,
I don't want to move, I want to realize,
Something which I have wondered for a while,
Not being a daughter,
Nor a sister,
Not a citizen,
Nor a student,
Not a devotee,
Not a friend,
Nor an enemy,
Without any tie,
In this world What am I?
Not the pretend,
Nor the true,
Not the nice, taking the bait,
Not the constant struggle to sustain,
Not the one I want to be,
Not the one the world wants to see,
Behind the sweet smile,
Behind the scars,
Behind the masks,
Buried so deep,
Not the eyes,
Nor the body,
Not the one which everyone sees,
When I face the mirror,
I always wonder I don't know why,
Behind the curtains,
Who am I?

Mere saath bandha har Rishta,
Andar se thoda toota nikla,
Meri chahat ki har manzil,
Mujse thoda roota nikla,
Kya hai ye zindagi,
Aakhir mai mere sajai hue quaabo ki shehar,
bohath hi Joota nikla.

Chamak Si andher-on mai,
Nazaraane waali raaz-on mai,
Sabar ke pehnav mai,
Gehraion ke taalash mai.

In the gleam of darkness,
In the obvious enigmas,
In the word of patience,
In the search of depths...

Feeling nothing
A new feeling

Be real,
But not so much that you lose yourself,
You don't have to express your every thought and every desire,
You cannot wish for the one who isn't you to appreciate every dream you aspire,
It's not you who's at fault,
The world simply doesn't conspire.

When you let go of what others think of you,
When you know you are doing right,
When you know you're hurting none,
That is when you start
To let embarrass yourself,
Let you embrace yourself,
Take all the colours,
And paint yourself,
A wonderful and colourful life.
Be Your Own Muse sometimes.