Why is he asking for my number?

Can I trust them and go to that place?

Can I accept his ride?

Aunty says I'm growing up, so I should start wearing a scarf, to protect myself.

Here I was thinking scarfs are winter clothes,

Aunty says I should stop wearing sleeveless,
I should protect myself from bad eyes,

I'm covering myself, I've hidden my body well,
But from whom and from whom not,

Who can be trusted and who can not be?

Should I be hidden or should I not be?

I heard some boy say, night bike rides are the best,

I'm sure I'll never witness a night like that,

My friend thinks once she's married, she'll be free, she will have a protector by her side,

How can she not realise, right now we are tangled by invisible chains,

Marriage is an act where you are knotted,
Publically.

I don't know what freedom is, I don't think what I thought was freedom.

Aunties say it's always me who has the control of safety, a little mistake, and I'll get myself rapped or harassed,

Periods are painful and extremely uncomfortable,
But I should make sure not to talk about it, it's gross or impure I guess.

I don't know how women conceive a child,
It's so scary,
But Aunty says it's a privilege,
She says there are many banj(defective women who are unfit to conceive.) Out there, so I shouldn't think like that.


I wish I could ask people on social media,
If given a choice how many of them would like to be a
WOMEN☕

What makes you love me so much,
Said the boy to the girl in the painting.
"I meet people every day,
Where I see a part of me in everyone,
I nourish and cherish it every time,
So that I'm loved as a whole,
As I feel my parts in everyone,
But you only see me,
I see my desperate, damaged self in others,
But I  never saw myself as you do,
I shine out wonderfully through your eyes,
There's some magic within you,
Though I see myself in everyone,
You give me the faith to love that me,
And now you ask me why I love you"
Said the girl to the boy in the painting.

I know I'm not in a situation,
Where I can hold onto you any longer,
But I'm not leaving you either,
You cannot full fill my needs,
And my happiness cannot get replenished
Without you.
I just request you to wait for a little longer,
Until I become stronger,
Though my needs lie somewhere else,
All my passion was only for you.
Someday when I completely devote myself to you,
Only then I'll be able to actually live.

As splendid as a,
Intense brown Caramel Sunset Beach view,
A realisation could be,
Or as extreme as a tsunami.

Nothing really happened today,
Not even a single thing,
I was good till yesterday,
But today I want to cry so much,
That I started crying and crying
Still not feeling to stop
For no reason at all.
My heart feels like drowning,
No matter how much I cry,
It hurts so much internally,
Again for no reason.

I thought a smile was the most beautiful thing,
Until I met your eyes.

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

If dreams carve my tale world,
Music adds essence to them...

When I'm happy,
I look at you and smile,
When I'm sad
I look at you and smile,
I don't feel like "this too shall pass",
I just smile.
Not to cheer up,
Not to gear up,
It's a pause,
I just smile.
I forget the race,
I lose the speed,
I drop the accuracy,
I just smile.
No memories, no future vision,
No idols, no competitors,
It's just me, my heartbeat and
My smile.

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.

Once said the parrot,
Inside the Golden cage,
"How foolish are those parrots,
Flying in the sky,
Eager for the bigb,
And eventually, die.
Idiots are those birds,
Who denies these joys,
What's more precious than these golden....
Bars???"

Ask everyone for help,
Know who are your friends in need,
And to whom you should be a friend indeed!

I am going to look for something,
And I have no idea what for and how,
But I firmly believe I'll find it,
And  I'm so happy and hopeful,
Unable to hide my feelings, smiling like a lunatic,
Right, I've gone nuts!

I said, "I'm used to love you,"
You thought it was a grammar mistake.

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

Maybe not all the time,
But most of the time I like the person I'm turning into.
That's what gives me a sense of righteousness and peace.

देश में राजनीति तो कब का मर चुका है,
मुझे तो लगने लगा है कि शायद वो कभी था ही नहीं,
हमारे तो नायक हैं, नायक,
और वो नायक बड़े सक्श्य़ं है कुत्ते पालने में,
बहुत ही वफादार कुत्ते,
हां यहां प्रजा सेवक कहा होता है,
यहां तो राजकीय "नायक" होता है,
यहां प्रजा कहा होते है,
यहां तो अपने-अपने नायकों के वफादार पालतू कुत्ते होते हैं।

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 ".

Dear sister,
Time spent with you is so beautiful,
Maybe that is why, it's flying hastily,
I perhaps can't slow down the time,
However, I would do anything to prevent this thought,
"When did we drift apart?"

I promised myself,
To not break it,
I promised,
To be me.
That's the most promising promise

Some people have become that blinded mother,
Who affirms that her child is right no matter what,
Some people have become that rigid fathers,
Who affirms that his child is terrible no matter what,
Now I leave it to you to guess the state of their family,
Their respective parenting is labelled as democracy,
Ah, doesn't it sound more like hypocrisy,
People are parenting but there aren't any children here,
This is a natural play, entertaining politicians.

Now comes the third type of people who are like me mad, who realise the reality,
And sit in agony, Still doing nothing,  

Have you ever seen a country where it's the people who destroyed their nation?

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!!

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.

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 might anger someone,
But
I always find it funny,
how my family appreciate someone for their mere speaking,
It's good that I know the true face of that stupid babbling,
The moment you leave will resume their true chattering,
What satisfaction do they get from this process of fooling?
So dear people don't get into their talking,
Let me give a perfect instance to your understanding,
If somebody is deemed to be outstanding,
Based on their homily, and vows,
Giant words, a face where immense confidence shows,
Certainly, look like wonderful folks,
Regardless
Surmise it's true even for a while,
Wouldn't Politicians be the most believed meanwhile,
So people is your assumption worthwhile?

Reppavesi loppale aapesina prathi kanneeti binduvulu,
Samrudram la yuddhaniki vasthe,
Poraadedhi ela

Luck may get partial sometimes,
But at some point ain't I lucky too,
As I'm still alive, breathing and writing.

I'm chasing a good career,
I'm striving for promising work,
I'm desiring for an ideal life,
I'm dying for a perfect body,
I'm struggling to achieve luxury,
I'm working on building my brand,
I'd want to be loved so much
I've many things in life that
I might die achieving,
I want each one of them, but
I wouldn't be shattered without them,
I'd still make a living, as
In MY LIFE,
My emotions, my People, their feelings
Are the only things that matter the most,
In the end
I just want to get better as a person, daughter, sibling, and citizen.

I was firm to prevent just one thing,
I must have committed a great sin in my past life,
Because now the whole universe all of a sudden is trapping me into that something,
That something is now Everywhere, including my mind,
Injecting its beauty through my eyes, into my veins, lungs and heart.
Okay, world you hit the spot,
you can stop I'm scammed,
You win and I fell...
Now,
I'm a patient with no cure.

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.

I hate the way your smile holds so much power over me.

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".

I'm craving books,
Please give me as many best names as you wish!

I'm gonna have some nerve,
To begin the verve...

Yesterday I was racing in a car,
The night before I was swimming, skydiving,
One night I became a photographer,
And a dancer some other day,
Beautiful dusk passed in the rhythm of my guitar, the next moment I was playing drums,
I was never a passenger on my bike at night,
Roads were also empty surprisingly,
Never mind I was a pro fighter the night before,
I wonder what will happen today,
I feel like going bungee jumping,
But the nightfall has not come yet,
And I guess there's a reason why they are called "dreams."

There are some things,
No one except our mom can understand.

The cruelty of the world is,
You say something,
And they understand something else.

The beauty of poetry is,
You portray your version,
And anyone can imagine their version.

"One world many thoughts,
One thought many incredible worlds."

I have a best friend who loves me,
My sister loves me,
My parents love me,
Yet I feel ignored, unimportant and empty sometimes,
Why does that happen,
Are all relationships end up like this

It's always those unpredictable nice people,
Who inspires me so much to become like them.

My World of Illusion,
Is your entourage,
I'm a desperate thirsty fool,
And you are a mirage.

If I were to grade emotions,
"Pain" would be on top.

Everything born out of pain, and suffering teaches us how to live,

Happiness and joy are beautiful but they never touch our hearts like pain does,
They never stay as pain does,

All the emotions born out of pain are painful yet beautiful,
Pain would never leave us, but once it's buried and settles somewhere inside,
It stops overpowering other emotions.
The fusion and the blend of new emotions we get is called "becoming strong"

The skill when we find happiness even in pain would be something I'll be looking for

After a long time,
I took a selfie
Today.

I wish it were the real ghosts
which haunts me,
Instead of the thoughts
"You can't do it", " You are failure",
"Didn't I tell you it'll never work out",
" Just give up", "You are dumb".
My mind replays these at night,
My brain stops working and my hands tremble during exams,
I wish it were ghosts that haunt me,
But yet somehow I see some scope,
I believe in change,
My holy water is hope.

Oh dear,
My imagination and fantasies,
Of you,
Will destroy me someday.

Though it has become voluntary now,
The moment passed without your thought
Feels most unnatural,

The celebration of you in my mind,
Is designing my shrine,
I keep you near in my heart,
Reality gave me a heart attack.

Actuality and illusion,
I'm in between life and death,
Still, I'm hoping for a slight life in death,
Though I'm aware of Destruction,
I choose to be buried in you,
Not the real you but Mostly how I see you.