Do I belong anywhere? This question echoes within me,
Torn between my mother's wishes and my own yearning plea.
She urges me to leave, marry a stranger to appease,
So they can find peace, while I'm left in unease.

Disappointment clings to me like a relentless shadow,
Love leaves me wounded, expectations a constant blow.
I give my heart freely, expecting nothing in return,
But slowly, my hopes shatter, and my soul begins to burn.

I feel like I'm living in a world of my own creation,
With dreams to chase, but no one to share my elation.
Support seems like a distant mirage in the haze,
And I'm left with a choice: myself or my parents' praise.

I know, deep down, I'll sacrifice my own desires,
For their happiness, I'll extinguish my inner fires.
But must I fade away, a ghost of who I used to be,
Unable to live fully, forever chained and never free?

Why can't my life be like the girl's on the fourth floor?
Her mother lets her flourish, while mine pushes me out the door.
She dreams of her future, the possibilities she'll explore,
While my parents just want me to settle and be "secure."

I belong nowhere, that feeling haunts my soul,
A nomad in my own life, my heart pays the toll.
Isn't there a place which I can finally call my home?
A place where I'm not an outsider, always alone?

These thoughts consume me, a relentless storm inside,
As I search for a place where I can reside.
But for now, I'll keep walking, seeking my own way,
Hoping to find belonging and brighter skies that will stay.

Our love was once pure, just like gold,
But as time went on, you craved something else to hold,
Our love became something we couldn't keep,
And we went our separate ways, in search of what we seek.

But from that pain, I found strength anew,
Learned to trust in myself, my heart and my truth,
To love myself and hold my head up high,
And to never let anyone dim my light.

You taught me to see through deceit and lies,
To value myself and never compromise,
To be strong and stand tall, come what may,
And to never give up, no matter what fate.

As I continue on this journey of growth,
With a heart full of hope and a soul that knows,
And though our paths may never intertwine,
The lessons you taught will forever shine.

You didn't think it'd **** so bad
When you picked her over me, that's just sad
You didn't even pause before you took a dive
Now you're crying foul and I'm thriving with my life

You tried to keep both boats afloat
Now you weep for one, while the other remains remote
You're left with nothing and time has passed you by
Now you realize what you lost and how you let it die

What's in the past was a rose in bloom
But what's to come can be a bright new room
Success is found by looking within
So don't waste your time crying over your sin

Improve yourself, it's cliché, but it's true
To be happier and healthier, it's something you gotta do.

Sitting outside in my grandpa’s veranda,
he passed away before I could appreciate his presence;
he wished for me to come see his art;
his garden, a green maze of trees and bushes,
from marigolds and periwinkle to mango trees and whatnot.

As I lay here on the mat,
close to my grandpa, I might gladly add;
seeing the ants crawl up on the periwinkle blooms
and wild butterflies dancing overhead;
with a bulbul on a mango tree branch
and crows chattering near food dumps;
with a sweet scent of marigold in the air
and crickets chirping in the background;
with a mongoose running on the broad fence
and a squirrel eating rice that my grandma kept;
with the sun rays hitting my face through the trees
and a couple of flies hovering beside my novel;
with a moment of pure serenity,
that brings a peaceful calm to this tranquil space;
my heart feels full and my soul at ease.

As a gentle breeze whispers by,
my hair seems to be afloat.
As the fresh air clears my mind,
I feel alive like never before.
As I hear children playing nearby,
memories of my childhood days come alive;
one of the best moments of my life;
in this veranda forever entwined.
As I feel a soft breath of crispness on my face,
I reminisce about the times I had lived with him;
the village isn't as bad as it seemed.

This is the land where my ancestors lived;
and where I feel his presence still,
he must be smiling sitting on the chair beside me;
finally, content that I appreciate his accomplishment.

Let me daydream in this cosmic abyss,
and lose myself in its magic and bliss.
For in the space between stars and dreams,
anything is possible, vivid as it seems.
I dream of planets with oceans of gold
and moons with mountains that are extremely cold;
of nebulas that paint the sky in hues,
and black holes that swallow entire views.
Beneath the stars, a deep vast ocean lies,
teeming with life that I can only surmise.
On a distant planet, so far from our own,
an ocean of mystery lies unknown,
with waves that crash upon alien shores,
and secrets that hide beneath the ocean floor.
I sit and gaze into the endless expanse,
and let my mind take an astral chance;
to travel to worlds beyond our own,
where the mysteries of space have yet to be known.

Remember the times you caught me crying?
used to make up excuses when you won't stop prying.
I had no courage to tell you;
how many times I've doubted you.
Cause you meant more to me;
than any of my insecurities.
I was miserable, wasn't I?
used to vent out my feelings, didn't lie.
I loved him beyond limits, you knew;
the girls were fully aware too.
Maybe our bond wasn't strong,
or else I could've forgiven you.
Maybe the world didn't know,
how much I really tried to.
You had your reasons,
he was sad and depressed,
and you chose to go address;
leaving me in distress.
You called me your best friend,
then why did you hide it?
I was right there, a meter away from your bed.
You called me your best friend,
then how could you **** him?
in the same places, you knew I loved him.
You called me your best friend,
then how could you not know?
how deep a scar, your actions will carve.
Our bond was like a holy thread,
anything it could sustain,
cutting it once and tying a knot,
won't make it pure again.
Sister or sinister,
I am not sure anymore.
Friend or fiend,
perhaps you were both.
I wish I could lend a hand,
but it's harder for me to stand.
Roots that run so deep;
I had to fall to my knees.
You have many best friends,
so what if you lose one friend?
You made a choice and walked that path,
no good will come from seeking the past.
Look ahead, with no regret;
for I consider you, my kindest crook.