Extremism exists in the wrong place,
And fear rules over the courage of many,
Isn't the result pretty obvious,
Serenity turns into havoc.

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

When it started,
About her hair,
About his car,
The crew had its eyes widened,
Mouth opened, ears sharper than ever.
As the topic veered around,
Verged on alleys, water and turf,
About the deprived development,
Lacking boiling blood and sweat,
Soon
The
Crowd
Disappeared.

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

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?

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।

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।

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.

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

You know if I don't like to be with someone,
Then I just don't like to be,
But it doesn't mean they're unlikable,
It's just that a cup of masala chai,
And a dessert doesn't go well together,


The same goes for me, when someone
Don't like me,
It's not my fault either.

Collision of three trains,
260 deaths,
Destruction of families...

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

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.

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.

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

Dear God,
Can you fix my malfunctioning,
There are many nonsense embarrassing memories, I'm troubled with,
Can you replace them with my tomorrow's test work?

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

Dear God,
Why does my heart feel so many emotions?
Why can't my mouth name them?
Why is it so powerful, like my heart's churned, squeezed and tears being stored in my throat,
So painful but it's not death.

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

Whenever I'm nervous,
Whenever my mind stops working,
Whenever I feel I've nowhere to go I look for you Krishna,
My magic I need you again and always.

I love flowers,
In the garden.

Heat,
Sweat,
Holidays,
Relatives and functions,
Ice Creams and mangoes.

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

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?"

No matter what you choose,
Regrets would never leave you, would they?
So I'm weighing my regrets

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

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...

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.

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.

Yahan mujhe koi kaam nahi,
Subha na utne par koi daat bi nahi,
Phone dekh ne par koi rukaawat nahi,
Khana khane mein koi sharing nahi,
Par phir bhi ghar ki bohot yaad aati hai,
Kyuki yaha koi pyaar karne waala hi nahi,
Daat kar phir pyar se gale lagane wala hi nahi,
Hak jataane wala nahi, ladai karne waala nahi,
Ye toh mera ghar hi nahi......

I don't feel outcasted anymore,
Maybe I'm alone but not lonely,
Enjoying my own company gives me happiness,
Which is at another level.

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

I know vaish,
You gotta race,
You gotta run,
You gotta chase,
But there are some things,
Which are eventually felt,
Perhaps you never wanted,
Or have never needed,
But there are some things,
which are eventually made.
They can't be chased,
Nor can be rushed,
Especially when you feel pushed,
Until when the day arrives,
And their presence makes you alive.

How wonderful Moms are,
Whenever she scolds,
I keep quiet,
Looking at her red eyes,
Act like scared,
And then she stops,
Am I the smart one to know her weakness
Or
Is it her who's wonderful enough,
To know all my tricks and still get tricked.

"Kaash yeh kal kiya hotha",
Yeh iss subah ka pehla kayal tha,
Aur aaj koshish yahi hogi,
kal yeh phir na sochu ki,
"Kaash yeh kal kiya hotha."

Translation:
"I wish it had been done yesterday".
It was the first thought of this morning,
And today's attempt will be
to avoid,
Making tomorrow's thought,
"I wish it had been done yesterday.

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

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

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

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.

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

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...

Enough with the scrolling,
I'll go with the papers for now....

In the end,
My mother,
Is the best solution.

No matter what I'm,
Who I am.
Changes will certainly be there,
But only for me and
Only if I want.