find the right path to get out of the labyrinth of the world
cuz your desires will make you stay as it will only show the brighter world.
but what if the world gets even more darker at the brighter part...

I wasn't only just trying to find myself in the void
But I wanted to be seen ...
I wanted attention so badly that I forgot to be normal...

Now we meet only in dreams,
don't know when I will get a chance to see you again.
Will it be in the future or in some other life we'll meet again?

So everything that I wished for , happened in some other universe and
maybe the ' other me ' wanted all of this that's happening with me now...

My whole world revolves around non-genuine but realistic things.

And once our problem becomes unsolvable ,
we must forget about that problem and move ahead towards the solutions of many more.

And it's always okay to let go of things, people and feelings , if they try to overpower you .

Eventually in the end ,the end will always be peaceful and like the way you always wanted.

if it was destined to be like this
why do I even try to be better .
if I don't try for the better, then
it would be destined.

all the dreams faded
all the hobbies vanished
all the passion ended
And left me with an empty box
.
.
.
maybe to regain everything again
Or to find something new to gain myself back

scrolling through my phone
watching their lives
regretting
thinking I'll do something better
overthinking
again scrolling through my phone
                                     -Rishita

this void is killing me
and i wanna join the crowd too
but i don't know why
i find peace in this emptiness...

Will you still hold me close if I tried to escape everything?
Or letting go will lead you to a more beautiful destination.

even when it ended
it stood firmly and
believed in the fate of disguise .
summoning all the wrong words of affirmation
the blessed seeds of my pride.
a new life , will it begin?
Or the shadows will hide it and curse .
again the loop of growth turns into humus,
will it be able to survive?
the surplus of things could harm the authenticity, the right amount will flourish the tomorrow.
And that day when its conviction making all those miseries a pleasant past,
it accepts the end and finds the elegance  in collision.
Thus,
even when it ended
it stood firmly and
believed in the fate of disguise.

i looked at him and smiled ,
he looked at her and smiled.
it was fine for a while
but then she went too far
and no confessions left a sore scar.
atleast i can see him but he doesn't smile anymore,
they would be such a good couple only if he confessed before.
someone can be so much in love, like how??
he'll wait for her ,i know somehow...
but still I can't let go as my heart won't allow.

Her eyes were monsoon filled with rainy tears,
the clouds of questions made her sun disappear.
Thunderstorms in her heart , shattered her beliefs and the raindrops invaded her skin .

Soaked with the feelings as no shelter can be seen, scenic view of the shower but she wanted the storm to be revoked.

Yearning for the peaceful skies, but all she can hear is rumble. This rumble , made all symphonies within her refrain.

It won't be quiet so when she'll be able to sleep? Even if the rain stops will the resonance let her breathe?

The rainbow's promise after the monsoon
But the monsoon was actually in her psyche.  
She was always scared of the rainfall ,so she can never see the colours strike .

Drifting far away from me
My paper boats~
Holding all those secrets for so long,
I tore every page 📄 making the paper boats.

Every boat filled with Our Memories .
Each boat as a vessel of our past.
It too wanted to be free from the diary of memories that wouldn't last.

All those firsts that I can't forget
But wanting them to vanish from my sight.
Those boats carrying yours whispers,
Saying goodbye and gets lost in the light.

All those memories are sailing away.
Fading like sunsets at the end of day.
Drifting far away from me
My paper boats~

A word that we want to happen in our lives.
Desire for perfection to feel the pride.

But the way you are makes who you are,
cuz with perfection one's true self is far.

We were the pages of the same book,
all these chapters had you and me.
We were meant to be read together,
forever bound in this story.

My words with feelings
resting between your sighs,
each turn over whispered my love,
while kissing your name every time .

As I reached the final page,
with tears falling, I began to think-
our names side by side,
merged forever in the same ink.

Wait---
and suddenly I saw the name,
all this wasn’t fate written.
It was a delusion, a fantasy…
and the author was me.

I never said it
And so did he...
Maybe he's somewhere, thinking about me.
And all the last moments with him
seems like a lie.
It's been an year and still I can't deny.
Deny the fact that I  can't see myself
with someone new.
But wait, we never dated so why?
Maybe everything I've felt,you felt that too.
But this 'maybe' makes me feel so blue.
Why do I hope that you smile when u think of me?
Just like the way I do crazily.
But I never said it ,
And never let my feelings rain .
Maybe next time until we meet again...

the last page was missing in the book I was reading,
that torn page was completely blank with just one sentence

"You found me to change the story".

Gazing the stars at night,
he recalls everything.
"I did so much just to see this sight.
What am I seeking? ", he asked himself.
"With all those hectic days and hopeless nights,
I've come this far . "
"What memories? They only gave me scar."
"Where it's leading me?", he asked himself .
For all my dreams,I gotta work hard
But in those hard works , where's the happy card...
Was it necessary for all the things to be done?
Living like this, was it fun???