How pitiful to have stereotypes for almost everything.

Someone said beauty is a choice,
I agree,
Smile or not it's your choice now.

Wounds turn numb,
When they are healing.

At first, I thought it was unfair,
That when I was most humble,
I met the hostile,
When I was determined to change,
I met the most humble,
Then I realised it was never about fair or unfair,
It was always a matter of choice.
We all are built uniquely,
If we change we should be a satisfactory change.

I am going to look for something,
And I have no idea what for and how,
But I firmly believe I'll find it,
And  I'm so happy and hopeful,
Unable to hide my feelings, smiling like a lunatic,
Right, I've gone nuts!

Are we seeking advise or,
getting influenced...
Are letting our own thoughts to be formed
or, are they buried under the views of someone superior.

wanting to offend,
but ends up nodding.

Maybe not all the time,
But most of the time I like the person I'm turning into.
That's what gives me a sense of righteousness and peace.

New day, a new decade,
Lots to learn, while having lots of fun.

It's not
Tick, tick tic..tic
It's
Delay, delay, delay,delay

देश में राजनीति तो कब का मर चुका है,
मुझे तो लगने लगा है कि शायद वो कभी था ही नहीं,
हमारे तो नायक हैं, नायक,
और वो नायक बड़े सक्श्य़ं है कुत्ते पालने में,
बहुत ही वफादार कुत्ते,
हां यहां प्रजा सेवक कहा होता है,
यहां तो राजकीय "नायक" होता है,
यहां प्रजा कहा होते है,
यहां तो अपने-अपने नायकों के वफादार पालतू कुत्ते होते हैं।

Once there was a little child,
Full of innocence, away from evil and wild,
Playing and singing,
Naughty and Everyone's favourite,
Like Little pure dove,
Who knew nothing except emitting love,
Little did the poor one ever know,
It wasn't gonna be all sunshine and rainbow.
The heaven-like home was turning into havoc,
For once they acted like everything is fine
Soon
Little one's feeling was no one's concern,
Tried so hard but had no love to earn,
Havoc started to spread and home was echoed with shouting,
It grew even bigger when the little one was sobbing,
Blames and flames were prying the halls,
The little one stopped crying outside the four tiled walls,
Half the family is torn apart,
The most favourite person left with the least love,
Not even considering little dove,
Questions were unanswered and crying made it worse,
Between the Cold Wars and the adult world curse,
With little cloth in hand, crouched on the bathroom ground,
Turned the tap on, and now the cloth in my mouth,
In silence and On a hard cool floor,
Little one permits its eyes to pour.
Little one grew up into an adult,
And knows exactly how this world is dealt,
And even then occasionally the little cloth helps...

Once there was a little child,
Full of innocence, away from evil and wild,
Playing and singing,
Naughty and Everyone's favourite,
Like Little pure dove,
Who knew nothing except emitting love,
Little did the poor one ever know,
It wasn't gonna be all sunshine and rainbow.
The heaven-like home was turning into havoc,
For once they acted like everything is fine
Soon
Little one's feeling was no one's concern,
Tried so hard but had no love to earn,
Havoc started to spread and home was echoed with shouting,
It grew even bigger when the little one was sobbing,
Blames and flames were prying the halls,
The little one stopped crying outside the four tiled walls,
Half the family is torn apart,
The most favourite person left with the least love,
Not even considering little dove,
Questions were unanswered and crying made it worse,
Between the Cold Wars and the adult world curse,
With little cloth in hand, crouched on the bathroom ground,
Turned the tap on, and now the cloth in my mouth,
In silence and On a hard cool floor,
Little one permits its eyes to pour.
Little one grew up into an adult,
And knows exactly how this world is dealt,
And even then occasionally the little cloth helps...

I tried not to care,
But that's not just who I am,
I tried so hard to be unaffected,
But what do I do with my weak heart,
I don't even know if you mean them,
But your words affect me so much,
Thanks for letting me learn
How to make a face of iron,
While your heart is tearing apart,
Just Breathing is difficult now, survival is very far,
I've mastered the game of adulthood,
Your mercy again from when I was a child,
One thing I'm grateful for is,
You'll never get to see this side of mine,
My little secret profession,
I've become a very fine actor now.

आप लोगों के अलावा,
कोई दूसरे के बारे में,
हम सोचना बि नहीं चाहते है।
मगर ये अपने ही हैं,
जो हमें समझ नहीं पाते हैं।

Someone admirable told me that,
"Never be ashamed of who you are, then comes who you wanna be"

In a few issues, in fact in a lot of issues
" Ignoring what others may think is good
But aren't people making a little too rude?"

My mind says Give up! Give Up! Give Up!
And I say Shut Up! Shut Up! Shut Up!

Every morning when I wake up,
I remind myself of some advice,
If something is desirable and appealing
To your eyes,
Then please think twice.

Why is the other side of the world,
Where I can never exist,
Looks so beautiful and prosperous.
Like a home that I could never visit.

I heard it's called
"Discombobulation".

To your privilege,
And
My dismay,
I'm a pro player,
In the game of
Self-blame.

I'm gonna have some nerve,
To begin the verve...

To all the pairs of unimpressed eyes
Please wait a little longer,
Please give me some more time

I'm chasing a good career,
I'm striving for promising work,
I'm desiring for an ideal life,
I'm dying for a perfect body,
I'm struggling to achieve luxury,
I'm working on building my brand,
I'd want to be loved so much
I've many things in life that
I might die achieving,
I want each one of them, but
I wouldn't be shattered without them,
I'd still make a living, as
In MY LIFE,
My emotions, my People, their feelings
Are the only things that matter the most,
In the end
I just want to get better as a person, daughter, sibling, and citizen.

The higher my emotion graph rises,
The deeper it falls, if not
I'll be having a possibility that it's going to fall,
Peace is in being a straight line, between nowhere...
Calmer and more satisfying
But it would be a phenomenal surprise,
If our emotions were nearly as controllable,
As a remote control toy.
Rather not so simple,
yet
I'll simply assume I'm a straight line.

If dreams carve my tale world,
Music adds essence to them...

There's nothing:oh- so very startling,
If one day we're told that
We live in illusions,
I understand worry is the most futile work,
Any human can perform,
In any sense of life,
So instead let me take a peek,
Of Your illusion, and gain some experience,
To bring out the nicest and most beautiful delicacy,
Out of my psyche fallacy.

"Hope"
Something incredible,
until
It's gone.

A mental note📒,
We
SURVIVE
to
"LIVE".
In the process of surviving,
I don't want to forget living.

My mind doesn't Shut Up!

First
You are
Scared,
Then
You feel
Wronged,
And
Everything seems
Unfair,
Soon
You feel
Exhausted,
And next comes the best part,
You end up
Enjoying it.

Why are we trying so hard to Survive?

Cherish when you can,
Or
You will be shattered
When it's gone....

If someone asks what's the most painful thing that can ever happen to a person,
I think the answer would be
Fear of Dreaming,
As you are tired of seeing them shattering every time.

I know you don't like this 9-5,
I know that every day is just colour-blind,
But that day when you'll launch your
Art Gallery,
I'll be whistling from the corner of the hall,
It's a place for artists who love silent arts,
Full of people admiring your art hanging on the walls,
I know that's not the place to do this stuff,
Yet
I'm gonna shout out loud from the corner of the hall,
Might be
Little awkward and very odd,
Shouting in the gallery will be very strange,
But all I could see would be your teary eyes, and I could already imagine your glamorous smile,
And
For sure
I'd be jumping and dancing in the corner of the hall,
I'll be ten times prouder than I am now,
Though I won't understand a single art of yours,
Trust me I'll be twice as happier even more than you'd be,
Pointing to you and saying that's my girl,
I'm gonna be much more annoying  than you think,
And before you kick me out of your art gallery,
I'll be clapping for you from the corner of the hall.

Every time I take a step forward,
Every time I wanna hold someone's offering hand,
My dear mind, why do you keep telling me that they are gonna shove it off,
I'm not getting tricked, Am I?
And As if I need someone to hold me. huh?
Maybe, my soul answers, which I can't escape.
But Why?

Din raat mann mera bas yahi soche,
Bina paronke aasmaan ko kaise chuye.

Why do you worry so much?
You are so young,
Well, that's my biggest worry
being young.

Why does Day by day it's getting harder,
When it's Nothing new but a replay,
It's okay till others ignored it,
But what if you too are ignoring your feelings?

I have a heartbeat but my heart is so passionless,
My body doesn't feel right as my soul has abandoned it,
Sometimes I think Am I even living?
Now I'm wondering
What is it like to live?

Once there were some  days,
When I used to commit a few mistakes,
Very fearlessly,
My teacher used to call me,
With a friendly smile,
Corrected where I was wrong,
And tend to learn a lot,

Soon the time changed,
So does the teacher,
I did write my test, again with few mistakes,
But when the teacher called this time,
The atmosphere wasn't so dear,
Stood fiercely with my paper,
My heart thumped hard, felt breathless,
He took a big wooden stick,
I held out my palm,
It landed on my palm, but hurt my pride,
It repeated and repeated,
I didn't dare to commit mistakes,
Lost the whole night, mostly in fright,
Thinking about the next day,
The road to school looked like the way to hell.

हवा में चाहे कितना भी प्रदूषण हो,
अब सांस लेना थोड़े छोड़ेंगे।
लोग चाहे हमारी जिन्दगी हर्राम कर राका हो,
हम जीना थोड़े छोड़ेंगे

थोड़ी ही सही,
आज समझ आरहा है,
कितना मुश्किल है खुद को रोकना।
हमेशा कूद से कहती रहती हूं,
फ़ुरसत नहीं है इतना कि कंदौ पर जो भोज है,
उसका वजन ही भूल जाऊं,
बढ़ने की जो इरादै है, उनकी एहमियत ही भूल जाऊं,
फिर भी नजाने क्यौ ,
मांग लेती हूं इजाजत अपने आप से,
दौ पल के लिए ही सही,
खयालौ की दुनिया में को जाऊं।

This is the time for me to fly,
And as always it's the time which flies.

Everything around me
Is just going in the lapse,
Quite opposite of what we've been taught.

Is there any place,
Where there isn't any hatred?

pain Is inevitable,
Sometimes if we want things to get better,
We need to embrace the pain.

I know I'm not in a situation,
Where I can hold onto you any longer,
But I'm not leaving you either,
You cannot full fill my needs,
And my happiness cannot get replenished
Without you.
I just request you to wait for a little longer,
Until I become stronger,
Though my needs lie somewhere else,
All my passion was only for you.
Someday when I completely devote myself to you,
Only then I'll be able to actually live.

I wonder all the time,
Is being good or too good,
Whatever it is,
Is it good or not so good,
Huh, what's with this goodness?

Once I asked a question,
Why do we write poems mostly when we are sad and not when happy?

I think I get it now,
Happiness is a sweetness,
Which can be shared.
But unhappiness is that bitterness,
Which we tend to keep within ourselves,
Everyone understands sweetness,
But bitterness has its own variation,
Which isn't known until YOU taste it.
So we rely on our ways to express it.

Do you get that feeling,

You are loved by everyone,
Yet you are no one's favourite,

The slots are always taken,
They were never empty,
And you are always left behind.