I know a little bit of everything,
But nothing seems to be mine,
I'm a little part of everyone,
no one seems to be mine.

But it's fine,
I'm mine.

Calm down
Take deep breaths

But I'm drowning in the air.
The more I inhale,
The more I suffocate.

It's alarming,
How most of the Freedom is from within.

I never gave myself a chance to explore stuff,
I complain instead of utilising,
It would be a greater sin.
If I think it's over,
I can still begin.

I've set my thoughts on happiness,
They are so different for me,
Motivation as well,
I don't seek it from the outside anymore,
I went through my Fit app,
It's officially 4 months on and off,
I can see the big lines on my big belly,
Even the slightest flat, is a sight,
I can see my double chin hanging on a little tighter,
Now I will do a thousand steps more,
Now I will happily cut my ties with junkies,
Oh, now I love diets.
I'm amazed,
I cried in the beginning,
Now I'm enjoying the same.
Consistency is a journey,
Of unexpected lopsided turns.

I want to live and die,
Not hesitate and die.

My ears are desperate,
Please tell me,
How much you love me,
I don't know, you never say,
Salvation is what I need,
I can not contrast my hunger with despair,
Save me, divulge me.

Who knew
There's an emotion
Where
Even happiness could ache..
Well,
Now it defines happy tears.

As splendid as a,
Intense brown Caramel Sunset Beach view,
A realisation could be,
Or as extreme as a tsunami.

I'm tied,
Tied with the heaviest and strongest ropes,
Ropes of imaginary picture-perfect me,
Imagination is which doesn't exist,
And what I am is how I don't want to exist.

Hum insaan bhi bade ajeeb hothe hai,
Hum dhekthe wahi hai,
Jo hum dhekna chahthe hai,
Sunthe wahi hai,
Jo sun na chahthe hai,
Par na kehthe hai aur nahi kartha hai,
Jo kehna aur karna chahthe hai.

I wanted to be kind,
I became a coward.

I'm writing this,
When I don't know what to write.

"Uttam", " excellence"
How do I reach you,
Can I ever?
I'm pretty average in everything,
So is the feeling,
But
Will someone like me ever change,
Can I ever be Uttam,
I want to taste how it feels.
How excellence feels.

Aksar mai Jo dhikthi hoon
Woh hothi nahi,
Par woh dikawa nahi,
Haan nahi hoon mai bold ya sigma,
Mujhe doosron ke kushi se hi kushi
Miltha hai,
Thoda selfish kayal bhi aaya na,
Toh khud kushi lagtha hai,
Aur shahad mai yeh accept nahi karpai,
Par sach yahi hai,
Ki main kabi galat raasthe mai thi hi nahi,
Chahe gussa ** ya gham,
Haalath kaise bhi **,
Apno ke liye jaban se theer na dena,
Yeh bhi toh ek kala hai,
Aakir ghum mai bhi sahi hone ka sukh
Kithno ko miltha hai.

Shapeshifters
Exist
In me
My thoughts
My emotions
But not in
My behaviour
Now they are
Squealing  altogether
It's so noisy and stifling
And yet I'm staying calm.
Because
Someone has to be.
Right.

You are coffee,
And I am milk,
We may go fine alone,
There are others, I can get along,
But only our fusion can create,
LATTE ART❤

I gave you my heart,
You said you gave me yours,
Now this, which hurts the most,
Ripping me apart,
I wonder if this thing is mine or yours.

Why is he asking for my number?

Can I trust them and go to that place?

Can I accept his ride?

Aunty says I'm growing up, so I should start wearing a scarf, to protect myself.

Here I was thinking scarfs are winter clothes,

Aunty says I should stop wearing sleeveless,
I should protect myself from bad eyes,

I'm covering myself, I've hidden my body well,
But from whom and from whom not,

Who can be trusted and who can not be?

Should I be hidden or should I not be?

I heard some boy say, night bike rides are the best,

I'm sure I'll never witness a night like that,

My friend thinks once she's married, she'll be free, she will have a protector by her side,

How can she not realise, right now we are tangled by invisible chains,

Marriage is an act where you are knotted,
Publically.

I don't know what freedom is, I don't think what I thought was freedom.

Aunties say it's always me who has the control of safety, a little mistake, and I'll get myself rapped or harassed,

Periods are painful and extremely uncomfortable,
But I should make sure not to talk about it, it's gross or impure I guess.

I don't know how women conceive a child,
It's so scary,
But Aunty says it's a privilege,
She says there are many banj(defective women who are unfit to conceive.) Out there, so I shouldn't think like that.


I wish I could ask people on social media,
If given a choice how many of them would like to be a
WOMEN☕

Empty-ed
Void
Blank
Nice

It's been 26 years almost,
And yet living like Jack is my best dream...

Plants are breathing,
So am I,
Trees are dancing,
So am I,
The weather is cool,
And my coffee is hot,
This morning feels so nice.

Isn't it foolish,
How we strive for a safe and secure future,
When life itself is so unsafe and uncertain,
To be followed by death,
Every day, every moment,
A dream job or an ideal job,
What would a wise man choose?
Whatever it is let's just sing a song,
Our decisions may go wrong,
But the end is not an end,
Unless it's our life which ends,
Societal ideals don't seem to be aware of death,
That's why maybe we don't value life,
You and I don't have forever to live,
Maybe that's why I want to decide how will I live,
I don't want to figure out how,
What if I die by then, I just want to live,
With the flow of life.

Pata hai jab tum mile,
Pehli baar aisa aehsas hua,
Aise sunn ne waala hi toh chahiye tha,
Pehli baar sunne ka nahi baatien karne ka mann hua,
pehli baar aise gajab ke jawab dekne mile,
Aur tumne bhi toh kahan ki tumhe bolna bohot pasand hai,
Aur sunn na kam, par phir bhi mere baatien sunn na pasand karte the tum,
Abb Phir bhi tumse dil na lagau, yeh kahan se moomkin hotha,
Din bhar har cheez se aise juda diya tumhe,
Haan agar aaj baat hogi toh yeh poochungi usey,
Abb din bhar bas tumhari yaadien satate hai,
Woh saare cheej jinse tum jude **, raat bhar rulate hai,
Aur tum toh aise ghumshuda hogaye,
Jaise kabhi kuch hua hi nahi tha.
Kya tumhara koi kasoor bhi hai,
Yea yeh aehsaas sirf mere the,
Bohot dar tha ek tharfa pyaar se,
Abb toh hum usi mai barse.

Dear sister,
Time spent with you is so beautiful,
Maybe that is why, it's flying hastily,
I perhaps can't slow down the time,
However, I would do anything to prevent this thought,
"When did we drift apart?"

While I was counting on my reasons to live,
Dear readers,
Reading Your poems was one of the nicest reasons,
I'm still counting and thinking of mine,
I'm curious, will you too think and give some of the reasons which are fine.

Even if eyelids cover my eyes,
I can feel them wide open,
Piercing into the darkness,
Away From the Doze

Oh dear,
My imagination and fantasies,
Of you,
Will destroy me someday.

Though it has become voluntary now,
The moment passed without your thought
Feels most unnatural,

The celebration of you in my mind,
Is designing my shrine,
I keep you near in my heart,
Reality gave me a heart attack.

Actuality and illusion,
I'm in between life and death,
Still, I'm hoping for a slight life in death,
Though I'm aware of Destruction,
I choose to be buried in you,
Not the real you but Mostly how I see you.

I might anger someone,
But
I always find it funny,
how my family appreciate someone for their mere speaking,
It's good that I know the true face of that stupid babbling,
The moment you leave will resume their true chattering,
What satisfaction do they get from this process of fooling?
So dear people don't get into their talking,
Let me give a perfect instance to your understanding,
If somebody is deemed to be outstanding,
Based on their homily, and vows,
Giant words, a face where immense confidence shows,
Certainly, look like wonderful folks,
Regardless
Surmise it's true even for a while,
Wouldn't Politicians be the most believed meanwhile,
So people is your assumption worthwhile?

Daintiness is your dance in the wind,
You beauties are the reason,
I await the rainy season,
From budding to bloom,
All tiny detail of yours is an artistic boom,
Amidst the leaves of green,
Soils brown,
Alluring to the eyes,
You wear your elegance as a crown.
In the background,
Where the sky is blue,
My favourite colour is pink on you.

Protagonist, antagonist,
Main lead, side character,
Everything is me.

Even thunderstorms look beautiful,
When we watch from our window.

Nobody cares,
Wait wow,
Nobody cares!!

It's a two-storey building,
Three houses overall,
The right one is what I call my home, separated by a thick wall.

Peace exists in my corridors,
Wide and tall,
Like an open hall,
I came out here to this beauty,
In a haze of someone's call.

Once I took a stroll here,
I'm amazed of what not,
It has it all.

Enough space, enough sunshine,
Cool breeze, slight rainfall,
The view of the sky,
half gloomy, half bright,
Dancing trees in the nature's ball
As if All beauty in a Marshal.

What a view, what a place,
As if made of heaven's grace,
How until today, I'm unaware of its trace?

After a long time,
I took a selfie
Today.

The place where,
You don't willingly go,
End up reluctant to return from,
Is called shower🚿

Aaj ka din iss thassalli se guzara hai,
Koi toh kaam sambaala hai,
Chahe kal jaise bhi **,
kuch toh banega zindagi humara ye!

Tharas kya hai,
Inn aankhose poochiye,
Aap ki ek nazar ke liye,
Aap ki ek jawab ke liye,
Aap ki ek muskurahat ke liye,
Har ek pal main barason bithadiye,
Neendh na chaha, na chaha koi aaram,
Bechare to besabar hogaye,
Lethe hi aapka naam,
Sabar se besabar hona,
Kushi mai bechain hona,
Aadat hai innhe,
Taras kya hotha hai,
Zara poochiyega inse.

Maybe just maybe,
I'm exaggerating things,
Maybe it's not that bad,
Maybe there's still a chance that I keep showing up,
And everything will be fine.
Maybe it's already all fine,
Maybe it's just my head,
Maybe just maybe,
I still can do anything,
Like I dreamed 8 years ago,
Maybe just maybe,
I still have a chance to be great,
Maybe just maybe.

What makes you love me so much,
Said the boy to the girl in the painting.
"I meet people every day,
Where I see a part of me in everyone,
I nourish and cherish it every time,
So that I'm loved as a whole,
As I feel my parts in everyone,
But you only see me,
I see my desperate, damaged self in others,
But I  never saw myself as you do,
I shine out wonderfully through your eyes,
There's some magic within you,
Though I see myself in everyone,
You give me the faith to love that me,
And now you ask me why I love you"
Said the girl to the boy in the painting.

Now I wish I'm never out of words,
So that our conversation never dies.

The cruelty of the world is,
You say something,
And they understand something else.

The beauty of poetry is,
You portray your version,
And anyone can imagine their version.

"One world many thoughts,
One thought many incredible worlds."

Someday it's heavy,
Someday it's light,
Like the sunshine and,
Gloomy clouds.

I am not a poet,
I write coz I can't voice,
I am not a writer,
I make my characters feel, what I felt.

I thought a smile was the most beautiful thing,
Until I met your eyes.

Have you ever felt
Like you are absorbing the calmness,
Just like a sponge absorbs water,
Entering through each pore,
My inner voices are silenced,
It's so good, I'm rejoicing it,
So this is how peace feels like.

I've got clarity,
So, I'm at peace.

I'm at peace,
So, I got some clarity.