Behind the almirah,
I saw Anxiety,
Trembling and gleaming
Like the eyes of the rat
That cowers and pants.

I dared to speak to it,

And it like a traumatised patient
Only stared at me

And I, a little child,
Got scared.

It was horrible!

All persons were rejoicing in dance
While the Geeta was sobbing in the room

The dullness of life
Lies in not enhancing knowledge......

Like dews resting
                   On petals

Like snow
                  Holding fingers of leaves

Thy memories were shining

Your true capacity is to discover the truth

Failure is not death

It's Renaissance for a new wonder

Those
Who
Suffer silently
                         Grow wise

Sufferings are painful
But the fruits of forbearance are sweet

Delicacy of flowers is their strength that keeps them intact from thorns

Curious
To know

About atonement

You are truly perspicacious

Your views can go against me
But remember
You can vanish me
For I'm made of my views

Condescending is not cowardice
It's your audacity to maintain your goodness

We don't grow wise
Until we commit mistakes

Love is pouring into my head
Yeah I'm just 14 and they say
Love is a crime until adolescence absorb you
Yeah they are right
But let they know
Being in love
Is human and I'm too human

Politeness is snow
When it falls everything is cloaked
When it melts
All feel its rhythmic touch

Never compare your talent with anyone.
This is the attribute of a shakespearean buffoon.

Freedom is a seed to sprout anywhere

Flowers bloom in silence

                      For silence is beauty

Softness of flowers
Make them humble

Without softness
Flowers would have been thorns....

It's the softness of flowers
            That make them honourable

Don't you know you are against your own rising?
If I'm wrong? What is that apprehension
Fettered around your legs?

The leaves of filial are dead
Oh! We are just for bread

Speaking less is a sermon..

Solitude is the soul of life........

The flower doesn't complain against thorns ;
It just keeps maintaining its own goodness.

Your words are fire
Your words are water

Choice is yours

Friends are two legs of a compass

Friendship is a tree
The more you water it
The more it grows and bears fruit for u

We are gentlemen
Not because we sport fine dresses
But because we are gentle

Our behaviour is our honour.

Happiness
Is but a gust of wind

You cannot restrain it

Without hurting yourself
You cannot reach the hill

Our sin is but a ghost
That haunts our each Breath
And accompanies us to hell

When misery falls upon a nan
Imposters run off

Our desires are everything

Without them

We are just a hollow pipe

The thinking that I am the only one
Who could create a new path to walk on
Is the only thinking that causes joys in life

Loving someone despite being disliked is a great virtue

Virus virus everywhere
Not a single patient to be found

While jogging on the flyover
The orange dressed Sun
Looked at me،
Played hide and seek

And the trees kept like parents
To their child
Kept
holding it
On their shoulders

I said hi
Through my smile

The 🍊 orange moon
                   Hung from the green rope

The leaves
                   Wore yellow dresses

We
Are
Here
To breathe

No tragedy can choke us

It's enough to claim our existence

Unknown،
But suddenly known،

You roar in each street