Just because I was happy
The other day,
Doesn't mean I have to be sad,
Today.
Can't I be happy,
Everyday?

I keep seeing,
Eleven-eleven,
Will my word turn,
To more than a seven?
I'm just stagnated,
In this still waters,.
Can't flow forward,
Nor fly towards,
But will I get what I deserve,
Dear Eleven-eleven,
Make my life even (100).

This life that I'm living,
This is not mine.
This isn't me.
Who am I slowly turning into.
A lie?
Or an adjustment?
Is this me?
The Realme?

I craved for silence,
Wanted to shut,
The whole **** world down.
Wanted to hear the perfect silence,
Where I can hear the wind.
I crave for just that,
It is what fills my battery.
It will keep me sane.
It will make me free,
From this world of wicked.

Why did you cut your wings,
When you wanted to fly.
Never looked at the sky,
Why did you draw a circle,
Around yourself,
Walls you've built,
When you wanted to go out,
Of it all,
Freedom to fly,
Around and everywhere.
But why did u stop,
Why did you not try,
To atleast go out and fly?
Did u think that'd give you happiness,
While it ate you every bite,
And at last you weren't there anymore.
The remains weren't even found.
I tried to look for you,
And i found your soul flying.
Why didn't you fly when you could.

How badly do u miss,
Home.
When you fall sick,
Can't fall asleep.
Blame all mine life's choices,
Regret it all.
Count the hours,
To home,
Only to feel sad.
Again and again,
Will time be fine?
Is it life's way,
Of making me miss,
Things that I already miss,
So badly that it tears apart,
And the tears flow out.
Years go on,
But why do we go out,
Of the place that we are about.
Away from the warmth embrace,
Of mother, kisses from father.
Tantrums on your brother.
Family,
It all flashes in.
And throughout.

Happiness,
Thou art I ask for.
All the time,
Hither I stayeth.
For thee  to  cometh,
Into mine arms.

Did it ever fall down,
The whole sky all of a sudden.
Did you ever feel like it did thou?
Does it feel heavy on your head too?
Or does it make your mind blank,
Or is it like a fog filled tank?

Everyday I play,
With cockroaches,
Everywhere they stay,
And make me guess.
Where they are today,
When will they come out.
How did they come yesterday,
Why would she shout.
They might think, but Hey!
Could you please not be there,
Wherever, whenever I'm here!

I miss it,
I miss it all,
I'd give anything,
And everything,
To get it all back.
Those days an year ago,
To my friends I want to go,
Hug them tight and never leave,
Talk to them for hours and sleep.
Just those days when we were together,
Worrying less about anything whatsoever.
I want it all back to the way it was,
Present made me realise the loss,
Times when we were all silly,
Recall memories randomly,
Life was only better then,
Golden old days spent,
I want them all,
Whom to call?
What to do?
God I ask.

My hand bleeds to paint,
Splitter spatter here and there, Everywhere.
Wanting the warmth of embrace,
By it's friends,
Brushes of goat hair.
Papers, paints and palette,
All what it would want to hold.
Has so many wishes,
More than "The Hand", so bold.

The moment you leave your home,
To hostel Or your dome.
It's done!
It's not the same any more.
Though you may return,
Weekly Or monthly,
But the lump in your heart,
When you realise you gotta go back.
It makes you feel like you don't belong,
In there, the place that's yours forever.
You feel like your days are numbered,
You count the days left and behave,
You take all the love and joy,
In the packages from mom,
And pocket money from dad,
Hugs from brother, kisses from each other.
Yet you yearn for that permanent feeling,
That you are home completely.
Fully, in a way that's really true.
And take that heavy heart pack it all,
Go to the place that you now temporarily belong to.
So you can come to back to your place.
When it's finally time to.

These empty beds,
And the silent rooms.
Have we got to the end?
The days really have come to an end.
The tress, the birds, and the lady bugs,
When will I meet these buds again?
Morning Yoga and Morning walks,
Are what I always waited for.
Landscape and OU's nature,
Made my whole gallery fill with her.
Walking to the college and to the hostel,
Days have gone by just like a tide.
Going to the mess hall with my friends,
Conversations in there just don't end.
Walking to Arts whenever we wanted to,
Talking for hours on the green grass and shades too.
Group studies and night outs,
Workshops and Labs,
Civil and CELT,
Instant plans and escaping seminars,
NCC and Ratnadeep,
Saraswathi and Yellamma temple,
Arts Landscape and Health center,
City wok and Tasty crunch,
Cycling and our Adda,
Jamai Osmania and MMTS
Koti and Secunderabad
Bawarchi and Sri Ramana,
210 and G4
Who could've thought it would end this fast,
Time machine is what I wish for at last.
Adieu to you
And I'll miss you.

She tried getting up from the beach,
That she's drowned in deep.
She couldn't get herself up.
Her soul got vanished into the sea.
She could move though,
But it wasn't her.
She could talk though,
But it was silence.
She was a puppet,
Had her feelings, thoughts buried in,
Her words faded within,
Her self melted into air thin.
So she went into the waters again-beach.

She's so greedy,
She wants everything to herself.
Thought the sand beneath my feet was mine,
She replied by taking it away with her waves.
The moment I got in she embraced me,
Loved it but she then pushed me back.
Before I turned she took me in,
With another wave again and again.
Tried to get hold of the sea shells in my hand,
She made them go and hide inside the sand.
I then climbed the rocks there,
She didn't even leave me there.
Made me slip and get into the beach.
Is she greedy or does she love me?
I'm not sure I don't think I know,
I only will, when I get to the beach.
Only when I get to the beach again.

I feel sad,
I don't feel good.
Why is life so bad,
Didn't think it would,
Stab right into the heart,
But it is it's art.
I just wish,
My friends get all they need,
Wish, deserve and want,
And I'd want to watch them rant,
But not be silent like an ant.

So i counted,
And i slipped for just 3 times.
The longer we practice,
The harder the task is,
We will find a way to live,
With the things that are meant to be.

I can see the moon
While I sleep,
That makes me happy.
This is all what I dreamt of.
School story books had these,
Pictures with a boy sleeping beside,
The window with the moon view,
And that's what I'd love too.
And I'm happy that I do too,
Have the same view and the window too.

Take small steps,
So you don't slip.
If there's an obstacle like water,
Be on your guard and walk.
If the floors totally dry,
My friend u don't need to pry.
The guide for both,
Life that's not in our hands,
And chappals not for our hands.

Walk in their shoes,
They say,
It'd be easy we guess.
But that's not how it is.
You'll only know if you do,
Walk in their shoe.

I miss home now,
I always try to bring a part of it,
In the bedsheets that smell like home,
In the fragrance of clothes by detergent in home.
And the home made food by mother.
Fruits packed by father,
And the snacks by brother,
But it all fades away in days.
I search for ways to find home in me,
And I again travel to bring a part of it,
The next time I go home.
And it keeps to go on.

It's dark outside,
It's like the silence has died.
I can hear the lightest whisper,
And the flicker of insect's wings.
I hear things so loud,
That I can't hear you.
Have you been saying something?
I don't hear you,
And your unsolicited advice.
But anyways,
Thank you!

I watched the movie,
The perks of being a wallflower.
It was beautiful, you see,
forty three minutes + an hour.
Charlie, He was a wallflower,
Little did he know he hid his power.
Until he found his friends,
The best of all, anxiety it ends.
You thought but it didn't.
It ate him, every inch of his skin,
Devoured him like a devil.
He kept his sufferings mute.
Why would he do that?
Coward you might ask.
He is Charlie, one of us,
How might we speak up,
When the world doesn't hear.
You might think the same.
But seldom would you speak.
I liked it the movie.

Rays of hope,
Rays of sunshine,
Burn me a little,
So, I'll be back fine.
Devour me a little,
So, I won't myself.

What do think self-love is?
It's like knowing what light is,
When you've lived half of your life in darkness.
It is when you have finally accepted who you are,
It is when  you know you're a star.
And when you love each and every inch of your skin,
When you finally know you can win.
It is when your soul starts to grow with every hope you sow.
Remember the snake game we played?
In Nokia phone that for decades stayed?
It grew longer and longer as it ate,
Like how your ego grows when things go great.
When do you think the game gets over?
When it touches it's own body and quivers.
Or when it's own ego gets into it's head,
It will be it's very end,
So my friend love yourself to that extent,
Until you can be you and be content.

Year became like some months,
Months became weeks
And weeks became days,
Days pass by like minutes.
Everything is going on in 2x speed.
But i haven't changed the settings.
It's like a snake game,
As snake eats my time it gets big,
And I'm scared I'll lose out of time.
Why is life so busy and it keeps getting busier day by day.
Say something, Hey!!!

Take a break,
My little bird.
Calm down,
Your thumping heart.
Stop looking for a branch,
To rely on and settle down.
You yourself can fly,
On your own, for your sake.
Have a break,
Have a chit-chat,
And everything's fine.
Be brave and go on,
And let the life go on.

I want to break free,
Break all the glasses,
Cups and boundaries.
I want to break them into pieces,
Like a hitting a ceramic plate down.
I wish to shout above my lungs,
Tear everything apart,
And heal myself.
I want to break free,
So I can free myself.
I want to break free,
So I can heal myself.

I know it's rough,
Living in harsh real world.
But my dear friend, be a plant!
Be a plant,
Absorb only the good from others,
Like O₂ from air, nutrients from soil.
Be a plant,
A reason for someone's smile,
Like a flower shower from up above.
Be a plant,
Support yourself every now and then,
Stay strong and stand firm like the trunk!
Be a plant,
Forgiving and always growing,
Like they keep sprouting from the stump!
Be a plant,
Sleep when it's night,
And glow in the day!
So good night as the day ends,
And be a plant my dear friend!

Why do u think it's raining,
It's Ma ganga's calling,
She's waiting for his returning,
And reminding us,
That he's gonna be leaving,
And also that he'll be coming,
The next year when it will be raining.