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.

Empty-ed
Void
Blank
Nice

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

Calm down
Take deep breaths

But I'm drowning in the air.
The more I inhale,
The more I suffocate.

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 need to learn,
"VOICING MY OPINIONS."
Because they matter to me.

Or else I'll feel like a slave to someone's ego.

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

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.

Aaj ka din iss thassalli se guzara hai,
Koi toh kaam sambaala hai,
Chahe kal jaise bhi **,
kuch toh banega zindagi humara ye!

So far I have learnt till now...
Time to learn to be ruthless and selfish,
This world doesn't deserve your kindness anymore...

Everyone wants something,
I was one of them,
I was waiting for someone,
To take me home,
I was waiting for someone,
To hold my hand,
I wanted my shadow,
Surrounded by the others,
I wanted to know the ***** secrets,
I wanted a chance to feel their pain,
But certainly something things,
Aren't given to us,
In the end, my shadow ends up alone,
Scared, unnoticed, ignored.
And certainly, it's not the end though,
That shadow is becoming stronger,
As its wishes are dying.

Aaj samaj aaraha hai,
Sabkuch acha hone
Aur
Sabkuch acha lagne ka fark.

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.

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

I heard it's called
"Discombobulation".

Shaayad hi mai apne aap ko har time kush
Na rakh paau
But
"Mere liye main kaafi hoon".

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.

I bought you jewellery,
I take you to dinner,
Oh my dear
I know I've been busy lately
But I've sent you flowers and greeting cards,
Yet you seem unhappy every time.

"Or you could have just bought me a Pizza,
You would have won."

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?

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...

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

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.

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

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

You're so lucky when you cry,
So fortunate to have the joy,
Have some room to share,
Your emotions and
Split the colours of life
From your heart
And so lucky if you can trust
Someone,
As expressing is an essential art,
As the colours of different emotions,
Becomes dark if dumped inside.

I was in a rush this morning,
Trying to catch up with someone,
In the middle of my hurry,
A little girl grabbed my hand
Putting me to a halt,
She asked me to take a picture
Of her happy family and hers,
I denied it with a smile and told her was in a hurry,
The way the Little girl looked at me,
Is all over my mind and place now,
I wish I took a minute and saved my life.

It's been 26 years almost,
And yet living like Jack is my best dream...

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?

The thoughts of settling up,
Or hang on to something,
Always goes unsettled.

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.

It's the beauty of your mind,
That you still choose to move forward,
And didn't choose to give up,
Even if you could.

To the only man,
I've ever loved so much,
My best friend,
The one who saves me from mom,
The one whom I save from mom,
My partner in crime,
The one whose anger is more of fun,
The one who always is on my side,
When I hold your hand,
I don't need to be cautious anymore,
Your hug is the most comforting place,
I'm thankful to God to have you both,
Lots of love from your little Princess,
To the only man, I've ever loved,
Happy Father's Day dad...

Pata hai jab tum mile,
Pehli baar aisa aehsas hua,
Aise sunn ne waala hi toh chahiye tha,
Pehli baar sunne ka nahi baatien karne ka mann hua,
pehli baar aise gajab ke jawab dekne mile,
Aur tumne bhi toh kahan ki tumhe bolna bohot pasand hai,
Aur sunn na kam, par phir bhi mere baatien sunn na pasand karte the tum,
Abb Phir bhi tumse dil na lagau, yeh kahan se moomkin hotha,
Din bhar har cheez se aise juda diya tumhe,
Haan agar aaj baat hogi toh yeh poochungi usey,
Abb din bhar bas tumhari yaadien satate hai,
Woh saare cheej jinse tum jude **, raat bhar rulate hai,
Aur tum toh aise ghumshuda hogaye,
Jaise kabhi kuch hua hi nahi tha.
Kya tumhara koi kasoor bhi hai,
Yea yeh aehsaas sirf mere the,
Bohot dar tha ek tharfa pyaar se,
Abb toh hum usi mai barse.

Well it either takes
Tremendous courage
Or
Tremendous ignorance.

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.

While I was counting on my reasons to live,
Dear readers,
Reading Your poems was one of the nicest reasons,
I'm still counting and thinking of mine,
I'm curious, will you too think and give some of the reasons which are fine.

Plants are breathing,
So am I,
Trees are dancing,
So am I,
The weather is cool,
And my coffee is hot,
This morning feels so nice.

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

I no longer believe that,
"Your first impression is your best impression".
They are almost fake and sometimes nervous.

Someday it's heavy,
Someday it's light,
Like the sunshine and,
Gloomy clouds.

It's a two-storey building,
Three houses overall,
The right one is what I call my home, separated by a thick wall.

Peace exists in my corridors,
Wide and tall,
Like an open hall,
I came out here to this beauty,
In a haze of someone's call.

Once I took a stroll here,
I'm amazed of what not,
It has it all.

Enough space, enough sunshine,
Cool breeze, slight rainfall,
The view of the sky,
half gloomy, half bright,
Dancing trees in the nature's ball
As if All beauty in a Marshal.

What a view, what a place,
As if made of heaven's grace,
How until today, I'm unaware of its trace?

A boosting quote I've read today,
" I've known my limits,
  To cross them."

Haal kya hai janab ka?
Jawab kya hoga,
Iss sawal ka?
Zara sa mann duniya mein, Zara sa mann kaagaz ke panno mein,
Hum to kud gumshuda hai,
Humare in khayalon mein।

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.

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