Dear diary,
I love my life.
Never have I ever thought,
I'd not want to leave hostel.
Never have I ever made friends,
That stay throughout!
Never have I ever had these memories,
Worthy to share and happy to deserve.
Never have I ever felt so well,
It's been more than a week for sure!
Never have I ever loved my life,
That I want to live it alll!
Never have I ever wanted more time,
To spend with the people I cherish!
My heart feels so light,
I squeal with delight.
Dear diary,
I love my life!

I get sleep,
A real one.
But I’m scared to accept it,
Cause I don’t know if I can.
If I deserve it,
While all I do is,
Dilly dallying,
While nothing’s happening.
When I have everything to be happening.

She smells like earth,
Just when it is about to rain.
Her face always relaxed,
A reason for somones smile.
She's the brown fairy,
Pretty flowers and fruits belong her.
She's the Timberbell!
When you see her you can tell!!!

You are not a disgrace,
You are not worthless,
You are not ugly,
You are not imperfect,
You are not weak,
You are not dumb,
You are not fake.

You are a human,
You are real.
You can face anything,
You are a winner.
You can smile,
You are pretty.
You are wonderful,
You can do anything,
You deserve everything!

But, Remember,
You are a human too,
Do lean on us,
Do share your pain,
Do cry with us,
Do laugh with us,
Do count on us,
And do be with us.


We are there for you,
We will be there for you,
We care for you!
We will stand by you!


You are not Alone.

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.

The sky is so dark and sad,
I wonder why.
Is it because of Rapunzel,
Who's stuck to study?
In that lonely tower,
She's all alone,
With heaps of books,
And bundles of pens.
What will she learn,
When she's forced to read?
She dreams of running away,
Knowing the world,
Sleeping on that green grass,
Flowing like that free river.
She keeps dreaming,
Of the world behind the walls.
She keeps wanting to run,
Run to happiness,
Run to the days she feels loved,
Run to the life she wants to live.
But When will she?
When she's stuck just to study?

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.

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!

I've been there,
Fading out and in,
Like a cloud of rin.
Speaking up the words,
No one hears- I burst.
Sometimes I fly in the air,
Levitate and boom, I'm not there!

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

Come out,
Either thee sun or thee rain,
Hiding behind those clouds again.
Weather's humid all over and again.
Stop playing and show thyselves and explain!

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'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 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.

How does it feel?
When the song you hear,
Paints all the words you can't say.
What does it mean?
When your heart's all broken,
But the world keeps shoving you down.
Why does it hurt?
When I'm used to this,
And that I can't cry anymore.

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.

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).

Should I ask the night or the ocean?
For how long should my thoughts be concealed deep in dark sky and blue?
Should I ask the trees or the wind?
For how long should my feelings not be shown on their own and invisible?
Should I lastly ask you and Yes! You?
For why do you keep my dreams in secret and far from my reach?
I ask for answers and not to be left with all the questions I've collected.

All these days I know I was a cloud,
Moving with the wind was all I knew.
Been going on with no fellow collisions,
Escaping all the mountains that I confront.
Smiling back while the sun smiles at me,
Despite carring the weight inside me.
I wonder, until when should I keep moving,
For me to become one with the river that's flowing.
I hesitate to move with the wind,
I stop and then the rain falls from me.
All the thoughts that weighed me down,
Flow down just to combine into a water body.
But I'm still left with a part of me,
That made me certain of my eternity.

It's like knowing what brightness 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 keep valuing yourself,
It is when your soul starts grows with you.
And it is when énouement doesn't hit you anymore.

Self-love can change people too,
You will no longer be that kid who's traumatized by the past,
You will be loving each and every inch of your skin,
You will live your life like never before.
Start loving yourself in every way possible,
You will surely see an eternal rainbow in your life.

When should you glare?
When all stare?
When should you dare?
When all snare?
When should you bear?
When all tear?
When should you care?
When all share?
When should you spare?
When all scare?
But remember my pear,
Don't be their hare!

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.

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.

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.

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 know it hurts,
To hide all your scars,
And pain from your mind wars.
With a fake smile on your face

I know it hurts,
When people ask you why,
Rather than understanding your sighs
And the silence in your blood.

I know it hurts,
To reply how are you?
With fine.
When you know it doesn't rhyme.

I know it hurts,
When people act like they know,
They don't feel a thing though,
But you just ignore it all and so.

I know it hurts,
When you scream in your head,
With those invisible tears you shed,
Thoughts are left unsaid.

I know it hurts
When the world you see is black,
And You can't get yourself back,
That you think your answer lies in red.

I know it hurts,
But please do rely upon your family or friends,
Your life isn't meant to end.
You can make as many amends.

It gazes at me-the blank canvas,
Her look pierces into me,within me.
And I look at her,unable to hold her stare,
I then search for her eyes to gaze into,
But I terribly fail,I kept trying and failing,
So I take those brushes and move my eyes with them,
The paint moves with the brush and so do my eyes,
And then I see those eyes looking at me,
And then I hold her stare at me,
And then I find the canvas that isn't blank like me.
She's smiling and I found a friend for me.

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.

Why all the spiel,
Just to make me mystified?
Your ideas were like hieroglyphs,
Characters that I can't understand.
I sailed away the whole ocean,
To wave you a hiii,
Just to find you sail in another yacht!

It feels weird,
I try to collect happiness,
In minutes and keep a checklist,
So I do things that bring me joy.
I don’t feel myself,
When that checklist’s empty,
Am I turning more,
Into a human or robot,
When will things be fine,
When would things go back,
Into how they were.

I'm obsessed too,
I don't know what to do.
Can't get hold of the time that's running,
Tick-tock,Tick-tock it keeps going.
I feel suffocated, I lose my breath,
Lub-dub,lub-dub can hear in my ears.
All the energy in my legs drain,
Into that invisible river of procrastination,
And I find myself drowned in it.
How do I get out of it?
I raise my hand only to catch my lost self in the cosmos,
I stretch my arm into thin air, and I did get out,
Catching the soft hand of wrinkles,
It was my Dad!  
I woke up from my bed.

Life is like a hourglass,
Never even,
Always clicking out,
Never stable.
I want to get to it's top,
But the curves make me fall,
Down and beneath it all.
Wanna become like it's kind,
Narrow neck always pined.
But never attained in the hands,
While the thoughts turn into sands,
Is life all about running errands?

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!

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.

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.

Aren't we all Hypocrites and Psychos pretending to be Normal?

In this world of no supernatural powers,
I wished if I had one.
But if there were a world where everyone had supernatural powers,
Would I wish if I had NONE?
Would I wish to have NONE??

The clouds move faster than usual,
But do they go to where they want to?
Or just follow the wind where it leads to?
I wonder.
And I keep wondering about those clouds...

Why do I feel like I'm a cloud?
Just passing by and living the life as it is.

Am I going there where I want to?
Or am I just spending my days like life leads to?
I wonder.
And I keep wondering about the life that I want...

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!!!