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 ".

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

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.

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.

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?

We call ourselves developed and modern,
By making things easier, and more comfortable for man by destroying nature and mankind.
Our comforts and needs have bought us this far, but where we are now, is it better than before?
Deforestation, industries, plastic and many more are invented for whom and who is going to pay?
I wish phones were never invented, as not only have we lost that longing love and affection but also it has become very easy to spread hate and destroy someone.
Think about it how we have become, our individual lives are no longer ours, it's mixed with all jealousy, agony, depression, and worthlessness as lots of happy and successful people are involved in our lives now. Social media has become a platform where there is hatred everywhere. How easy it has become to troll someone.
I wish I could never get to see that.

The ones who invented them will they ever be happy watching how we use them.
The ancient people,
Maybe they knew this would happen,
That's why they preferred conservation, over comfort.

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'.

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.

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?

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

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.

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

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???"

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

So good at your job,
You've made me very disciplined,
The disciplines you've thought me,
Makes me a good charactered, bound by rules women.
It may sound harsh dear society,
But the discipline you trained me through,
Are more futile than my nostrils,
You've trapped me with rules,
Rules stronger than those metallic chains,
Locked me with the awards-named character, chastity, innocence, and ideal.

I'm so slow-witted to realise that now,
But it's never too late I'm awakened now,
I promise you no matter how much you try to scare,
I'm going to break every one of the rules,
You can keep your rewards- the hell who cares,
I was never meant to be an ideal,
I'm a little crazy since birth,
20 years is been enough,
Now I got my keys.
You'll be flabbergasted soon,
Just try me.

In my life poetry,
Is the only place where I've full liberty.
Liberty of thinking and Conveying,
Conveying without any hesitation and fear.
Fear of being judged.
Judged by those who never understood me.

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?

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

At times  putting a halt,
Is better than continuing,
Something is not better than nothing.

Life- problems
Single - lonely
Lonely - depressed
Solution - Relation
Relation - love
Love - compromise, understanding, change, impressing, giving 200%
No peace - breakup
Break up - heartbreak
Heartbreak - pain
Pain - Move on

🙄🙄Better stay single forever.

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.

My overwhelming emotions,
Becomes tears,
Silent screams,
Laughters,
And now
  Words.....

Sometimes......,
It feels good,
When a heavy load has been broken into pieces,
Shaped into vapors and are
Named tears.
It feels good,
When the load called tears,
Of various fears ,
Moves from the palace called heart,
And exists through the door called eyes.
It feels good, to be lightened
Sometimes.

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.

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.

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

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

It all changes,
When our  view changes..

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

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

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...

It takes something more than curiosity and enthusiasm,
We need much more audacity and bravery to explore and embrace new,

  As I thought
I need to have some nerve,
To jump into the verve.

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!!

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.

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.

Once there was a little child,
Full of innocence, away from evil and wild,
Playing and singing,
Naughty and Everyone's favourite,
Like Little pure dove,
Who knew nothing except emitting love,
Little did the poor one ever know,
It wasn't gonna be all sunshine and rainbow.
The heaven-like home was turning into havoc,
For once they acted like everything is fine
Soon
Little one's feeling was no one's concern,
Tried so hard but had no love to earn,
Havoc started to spread and home was echoed with shouting,
It grew even bigger when the little one was sobbing,
Blames and flames were prying the halls,
The little one stopped crying outside the four tiled walls,
Half the family is torn apart,
The most favourite person left with the least love,
Not even considering little dove,
Questions were unanswered and crying made it worse,
Between the Cold Wars and the adult world curse,
With little cloth in hand, crouched on the bathroom ground,
Turned the tap on, and now the cloth in my mouth,
In silence and On a hard cool floor,
Little one permits its eyes to pour.
Little one grew up into an adult,
And knows exactly how this world is dealt,
And even then occasionally the little cloth helps...

Once there was a little child,
Full of innocence, away from evil and wild,
Playing and singing,
Naughty and Everyone's favourite,
Like Little pure dove,
Who knew nothing except emitting love,
Little did the poor one ever know,
It wasn't gonna be all sunshine and rainbow.
The heaven-like home was turning into havoc,
For once they acted like everything is fine
Soon
Little one's feeling was no one's concern,
Tried so hard but had no love to earn,
Havoc started to spread and home was echoed with shouting,
It grew even bigger when the little one was sobbing,
Blames and flames were prying the halls,
The little one stopped crying outside the four tiled walls,
Half the family is torn apart,
The most favourite person left with the least love,
Not even considering little dove,
Questions were unanswered and crying made it worse,
Between the Cold Wars and the adult world curse,
With little cloth in hand, crouched on the bathroom ground,
Turned the tap on, and now the cloth in my mouth,
In silence and On a hard cool floor,
Little one permits its eyes to pour.
Little one grew up into an adult,
And knows exactly how this world is dealt,
And even then occasionally the little cloth helps...

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".

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

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

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

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