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

I'm someone to you,
That I never had when I needed.

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

Who is to blame?

My ears
Or
Your mouth...

I wish I were deaf,
Instead of
Wishing half world to be mute...

Mustered up all the courage,
I've unlocked the door,
I don't know what's behind that,
Even if I open it,
Would I be able to step outside the door?
Or the concern of this unknown new world and self-doubt,
End up killing my curiosity?
What's making me scared, will it turn out real or is it just an illusion?
I've opposed many to get here,
Will I be able to answer them?
Many questions are making my heart sore,
Would I  be able to step outside the door?

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❤

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.

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

It's pretty burdensome,
When you swallow the tears,
Deep into your heart,
As their peace becomes more important than your pain.
But when alone they don't stop.

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

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

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.

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

You never know,
if things are really scary,
Or
Is it our imagination that freaks us out?

Wounds turn numb,
When they are healing.

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

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.

Bachpan se tha laad  pyaar,
Sab mein achhe, imaandaar,
Hum bhi banenge khuddaar,
Sabne kaha bahu samachaar,
Par bahar jaane ka naakar tu vichaar,
Duniya mein bari hai andkaar.


Bachpan se tha laad pyaar,
Clg hogaya ab job ka tha khayaal
Ek dum se nikle the bahar,
Hairaan hogaye dekhkar,
Aise hotha hai dhuniya dhaar,
Na khoi address ka tha patha,
Na koi routes ka idea tha,
Poore shareer ke andhar chah gaya tha dar.

Bachpan se tha laad pyaar,
Junoon tha man mei,
Dhikana tha duniya ko kuch bankar,
Par jab aayi naukri ki baari,
Paani paani hogayi confidence saari,
Zor zor se padgaye thaane,
Aakhir kyu aati ** tum kamane.
Jo bachpan se thi perfect,
Uspe padgayi daant ka effect,
Mote mote nikalgaye aasu,
Rou bhi na toh kya karu khasu.
Rone ki humpe lag *** tag,
Sabko jaise bangayi mazak.

Kehne ko aazad hai hum,
Abhi bi hai laachari ki gum,
Aasan nahi hotha yeh sehna,
Mazak banake na rakdo,
Mere bhai aur behna.

Why are we trying so hard to Survive?

How pitiful to have stereotypes for almost everything.

ఎన్నెన్నో మీల్లు దాటి ముందుకు వెళుతున్న,
ఓ ప్రియమైన క్షనమా,
గడిచిన ప్రతి గడియ, తిరిగి రాదని,
నిన్ను లెక్కచేయని ,
నన్ను వెక్కిరి చూపులు చూస్తూ వెళ్తున్నావా,
దాటిన క్షణనం కన్న విలువైన సంపద,
ఇంక ఒకటి ఉంది మిత్రమా,
నీకోసమే వేచి చూస్తున్నా,
అంటూ అంటుంది,
కొత్త ఆశలు,ఉత్సాహం,పట్టుదల గల,
మరో ఉదయమా...

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.

I want a place,
From where
I never want to escape anymore.

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.

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.

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...!!!!

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.

My mind doesn't Shut Up!

If you see gloomy weather,
You have a gloomy heart,
And if it's Wonderful weather,
You have cheered heart,
Dears
It's not the weather,
It's your heart,
It's not the view of your eyes,
It's the feel of your heart.

Sleep is my favourite foe.

If my life wants to turn bitter,
It better be coffee.

I would be very happy,
If my parents would have been at least a little selfish.

Infinite guilt consumes me whenever I see them.

Awestruck and amused,
Someone else has also believed in my dream today.

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

I'm trying to free my mind,
By breaking the walls called "others pov",
I want it to be only me and my view
When I think of something.

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

I've been blaming myself,
As I was the odd one,
Until it strikes my mind,
Maybe I don't belong here in the first place.

When my crumbling
Emotions are rapidly colliding,
But words won't come out.

My mind doesn't think straight,
And
nor does the stream
Or the wind blow,
I can't even go with the flow

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.

The momentum of the earth seems to be squared,
As it's June out of nowhere.

And
As always,
I ended up
Picking the pieces of my heart.

It's going to be like this, isn't it,
This is why I stopped talking,
Why not just leave me alone?

Invading my space,
Makes me feel special,
And throws me off the cliff.

Don't always think about receiving,
Appreciate people when you like something about them...
You cannot expect the world to change,
Before you change within.

We feel alive
When we have fear of death,
We live,
When we remember death.
We forget the past, pain,
Strive to live in every moment.
The existence of death,
Makes us alive,
The fear of death,
Bestows the life we wished.

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

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

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

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.