In the broad daylight,
I hide my big dreams,
Protect them from critics,
Further my inside voices,
When I am with you,
I share my little dark thoughts,
For you to say 'It's Okay'
Bringing down my guilt sense,
When I reveal my hidden dreams,
Eyes closed hoping you'll buy them,
My eyes widened,
wonderstruck when you hopped in joy,


Oh my 'You believe them'.

Overwhelming,
Is it how love is?
I guess it is,
But no one will warn,
If it was happiness or hell,
If love was supposed to feel like this,
Every single moment has become enacting  hell,
To the point where death seems so well,
All the tears that were swallowed,
My heart has reached its absolute swell,
Now that I think,
Am I even being loved?

How does it feel to be loved?

I don't hate anyone,
But sometimes
I hate everything...

Why do I want to run away,
As if far away, I would be there with me...

Wanting to escape,
Has become a disease now,
And I'm so sick,
I'm so sick,
I'm getting sick with every passing moment!!
I want to run,
I want to be cured,
If not I'll not die,
But I'll be rotten for sure...!!!!

The future and past are no big problems,
Than being in the present.

A solo pillow fight,
Waiting for you all night,
Finally, exposing your signs,
skimming through curtain blinds,
Greetings dear golden light.
I dance from the bedroom,
To the faucet  countenance the mirror,
Not a blink of sleep, pondering all night,
Yet I wonder why someone is looking so bright,
I smile at myself, am I being foolish or is it a happy delight,
Trying the same outfit, for nth in the daytime,
I'm yet not sure if I seem all right,
I'm at early the station, unusual
Yet I don't mind,
You have the mightiest effect,
I'm just dying for your sight.
There you are seemingly like a day star,
Donning into freshness, hair so perfect,
Definitely a work of art.
Tapping his feet, a nervous Confident man,
Here I get my Peer,
I'm not the only one miserable here.
Words flowed like fluid, I never had to think twice,
I just keep grinning obviously to let you feel your significance.
And the sky was turning peach,
When we arrived at the beach,
You held my hand and I had to on my life,
My whole body went so numb,
And my hand never felt so alive.
We both were running,
In my mind, I'm already flying,
The beach, the sand, the sky, the sun,
Various views,
Yet I'm bewildered between your charming smile and those ocean eyes.
Blow of cool winds,
Flaming intense gazes,
Giggles, amusement, nervousness and sparkling eyes,
The beautiful curvature of your lips above that little chin,
Above all,
I let the intimacy of our interwind hands win,
Now shall pass another night,
I'll recite our souvenirs, to witnessing Twilight,
Now shall pass another night,
With hearts of contented delight,
While I await another sunlight.

Focus:
When all your inner voices
Cooperate with you to work on one thing.

20 years to learn the meaning,
How many more to exhibit?

My feelings flowed as my eyes graced the sky,
Finally, I can say goodbye.

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.

Someday,
If everything goes well,
And if I'm still alive in my 60's,
I'll leave everything behind
And go into the mountains
I'll write letters to everyone

When you stop receiving them,
Come looking for me.

I keep repeating the same mistake,
Regret it every time,
It is Opening up.

What is the correct option?
Which one is more devastating?
Which one takes more healing?
Which one holds the power to change someone's life?
Which one hurts the most?
Physical pain or internal pain.
Can they ever fade away?
The one which everyone carries and yet is non-detectable.

The moment I saw your silhouette,
Everyone else became a blurry shadow.

I love flowers,
In the garden.

Well it either takes
Tremendous courage
Or
Tremendous ignorance.

Honestly,
I don't know either.

I'm half Rosa,
Half Jake,
And a little bit of Terry here and there.

Did you ever wonder?
How many lives exist between being introvert and extrovert.

The problem is always
With the"nice people",
Who are just nice.
Nothing more,
Nothing less.

It has begun,
After an awful eternity of training,
It started,
The excitement of not being affected.

I define
Boredom as a fantasy,
Boring as an adjective.
I don't understand,
Why it isn't a compliment?

I don't do drugs,
But I feel high.
I'm not ashamed,
But I feel shy.
I am brave,
But I do cry.
I am no bird,
But I wanna fly,
Touch the sky,
Very high.
But the sky,
Is a lie,
I thought as I lye.
Things I've half done begun to pry,
Before I give up and sigh,
I know I must give it a try.
Before I regret it all and eventually die,
Under the sky,
Which I know is a lie,
I will go and give it a try.

My feelings aren't secular,
In together,
They are mixed colours,
Now me the leader,
Want to separate them,
Before they become weird.

Dark blue sky,
Not the swallowing dark,
Beautiful bright yet deep kinda blue,
The one I always used to paint as a kid,
Comforting silence with Chirping birds,
Stars were still there,
Shiny and sparkling,
Cool breezes, empty roads,
Alone and enjoyable,
That is I realised what "Solitude" is.

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.