You are not sorted,
Are not perfect.
Neither am I,
Nor the world is.

I'm Probably introverted, sagacious
And silent
Often known as innocent,
But
when I'm wronged,
I'll not stay quiet.

I'm thankful to be what I am,
I'm fat and I'm thankful for that
I can have that immense satisfaction,
Whenever I workout and try to change,
I'm thankful for the extra happiness
I get, whenever I lose a pound.
I'm thankful for not making up to my dream college,
I've found real friends here,
I'm thankful for the chance of getting better every day,
I'm thankful for the change,
And being ordinary is okay

It all changes,
When our  view changes..

My sad times are always accompanied
by my poems...
Then why don't my good times

Going beyond my comforts,
For my improvement,
Is hard, but the gratification,
When we reject the lazy mornings
And sweat in the cool breeze,
Wait for the sunrise, with a cup of warm milk
It's cooler than it sounds!!

Chote chote baatein  bhi bade acche lag rahe hain,
Kudse guzarta har pal sundar lag raha hain,
Hum badal rahe hai ,
Ya shaayad
Humara nazariya badal raha hai.......

Although I remembered my path will lead to you,
And yet
That day I was focused and also lost,
Abruptly  my mind was blank,
That moment's conjuring blocked my way,
Those bright colours and fragrances,
Made me  fall,
Were there any thoughts or memories --no not at all,
And I left you in that city mall,
Forever

Not all the encounters end up to be glad,
Not all arrogant ones are bad,
Not all fangirls should be considered as mad,
Eventually, not all poets are always sad.

In the process of not giving a ****,
I didn't even realise when did I even learn enjoying my own company, that's lit.

Woh aadat hi kya joh badalna na jaane,
Woh sir hi kya joh jukna na jaane,
Woh zindagi hi kya jo galati sudarna na jaane,
Woh insaan hi kya,
Jo doosron ki pragati se kush ** na,
naa jaane.

Dawdling to the memories
Which were old and constrain.
Those flashbacks, in the nights,
Costs my energy and sleep to drain.
Everyone thinks it's matter of one's heart,
But the one who's to blame is the brain

When you know who you are,
You **** yourself and the curiosity
You lived for.
Just explore,
Keep going and keep searching for yourself.
Let the route never end,
Let the path never stop

At times  putting a halt,
Is better than continuing,
Something is not better than nothing.

I'll not do anything to stay
In anyone's good books.
But I'll spend every moment,
Forging wonderful memories,
Which would indeed bring in a good book.

You know that you're imperfect,
Someone or many maybe would make fun of us,
Amidst guilt, without any joy,
Yet you smile from the heart,
And that very beautiful smile of you,
hits different...

After death,
In this world
A landlord will leave his property,
A thief will leave his stress,
A sinner leaves his sins,
A loved one would leave his wonderful memories,
A pure one leaves his respect,
And an artist leaves his art

Day after day,
I struggle for recognition,
In and out of my profession,
But whenever I go through my poems,
I feel glad though I don't get many likes,
Because I have this ultimate pleasure of satisfaction.
I write it for  my production,
And I live in my world of citations

I'll eat what I like,
I'll do what I want,
I don't give a ****,
I'll let me snore,
I'll let me roar,
If you don't like it,
Just. ...ignore

My chest feels so insecure,
So do my back,
Though it's a huge discomfort,
I tend to go to the Battlefield,
Matching the shoulders which aren't so tough,
Bearing those strange looks and gazes here and there,
At those times I don't understand,
What could solve my problem, should I fully cover myself or just roam uncovered.
The real battle begins, when my voice starts to raise,
I knew what will happen, I didn't expect any praise,
"Who are we to talk, when nature itself says"
when this question is asked why can't I utter a phrase.
I think I made a mistake,
And yes I admit it, being a girl is a mistake.

I know all they say
Is for my good,
All that they do,
It's just for my sake
But deep down in my heart,
It hurts so much that my heart is dying out of pain,
But I'm smiling out like a fake rain.
No one knows the value of the words,
Which are being hit like arrows of pain,
I could never hurt someone, even if I want to,
Now that I've been travelling with pain.

Looking back then,
There wasn't any success,
May not be there in future,
But still I'm sticking,
I lament that I may not taste the endeavor ,
At the end I can rest with the scent of my stubbornness...
And eventually till here I can say in me there's happiness,
It could be more or less...

Now a days,
I really wonder that,
If I've come under 'donkey's drove' Or 'sheep's flock'..

They say, happiness lies in us but no happiness lies in what we expect,
They say emotions should be controlled,
But emotion itself is not under control,
They say limits are must, but where do those limits end,

We don't know who are "they",
But the world's running on " They".

Painful are not those people,
Painful are those words,
And it's not like I can't use those words,
It's just that I have a  bruised heart.

It maybe a fairy tale or a wizard world,
A normal human world or Alice's Wonderworld,
"Nothing would go wrong", would never happen,
The only hope we can rely on ,
Is " Miracles do happen ".

आसमान को घेरे हुए यह नीले मेघ,
झूम झूम कर नाच रहे है,
हरे भरे यह पेड़,
है शिथिल सि हवा, घेर ना मेरि आँखे,
जाना है बोहोत दूर, कुछ ना मिलेगा सोखे.

I know I'm not as good as you,
I know I already lack,
What's so good in pushing me back,
I'm a mess already,
Does it entertain you so much,
Moving on was already a hell,
Now your words are like banging on the bell.

Easier to say that I'm the same,
But how could someone be...
Everyone wants my better version,
But I shouldn't change me..
It sounds so impossible,
I'm changing every moment,
Every moment drives me to change,
Once I was waiting for my birthday,
Now I'd never like to grow up,
How could I cope with this speedy world,
Without being changed...

Back then...
I used to sleep to dream more,

Now a days,
The more I sleep,
The more I see them going farther....

I often wonder if it's the painting
Which is realistic or...
It's the sky which is artistic....

Kya hai yeh khayalaat,
Jin pe beeth jaathi hai raatein,
Kaun kaat tha hai wakth,
Chaand-sooraj ya gadhi ke ye kaantein,
Sab soch teh hai -kya hothi hai yeh zindagi,
Lo aaj hum bataatein hai,
Zindagi tho kuch nahi ahem tho hai ye mulaakaatein.
Ek mulaakat hai woh,
Jo aksar aathi-jaathi hai,
Jo hamein thod thi hai rulaathi hai,
Woh mulaakat jo hamari har pal ko inthekaam banathi hai,
Aur dhoosri hai woh,
Jisse milne ke liye tarasthi hai sab ki aanke,
Zindagi nahi hai sirf din aur raatein,
Ahem tho hai yeh dho mulaakaatein.

The enchanting view of those gorgeous trees,
Showered in rain;
damped with twinkling drops on greeny leaves,
The glittering river turning in fancy ways,
As if it's blushing when tingled by golden sun rays,
I could sense the warmth of these cool breezes,
Which are soothing me and blowing off my unspecified tears....
This wonderful view enlightened my heart ,
they have set me calm and now
I'm alright......

Sitting on couch,
Clicking selfie with a pout ,
Tomorrow I am boarding to my,
Boarding school.
My heart aches ouch.
I know its difficult
But for a short time dude.
I'll be back soon.

How would it be,
If  I had a robot like doremon,
Which would give me happiness of the world.
How would it be,
If I had a lamp as Aladdin,
Which would grant me three wishes oh!
Enough to conquer this world though.
How would it be,
If I find a bag full of gold coins,
In the broken door of my balcony.
How would it be,
If I become famous in just one night and become rich.
But   I just realized,
That life isn't a thing which is
Virtualized.
we have to just follow till
Where it would lead,
Without having daydreams
Indeed.

Sometimes......,
It feels good,
When a heavy load has been broken into pieces,
Shaped into vapors and are
Named tears.
It feels good,
When the load called tears,
Of various fears ,
Moves from the palace called heart,
And exists through the door called eyes.
It feels good, to be lightened
Sometimes.