I guess now, the night we met is just a memory—
    a self-portrait without ****** features,
Only streaks where tears once ran, as the image
   is so blurry, but I still see myself
Running back to you… too easily.

It’s such a sad picture— an enigma, half-painted
   with eager thoughts quietly bleeding
Into the ink of doubt, each brushstroke pulling me
   further from the truth I never wanted to name
Now it just hangs… so awkwardly crooked

You left me walking alone in this gallery
           of only terrible memories.

Distractions
They turn a man into a lazy soul,
a responsible citizen into a careless one,
a meritorious student into the disobedient,
and a kind heart into something selfish.
They **** righteousness,
while building a false sense of self-esteem.
They drown us in the unnecessary—
a flood of moments we never asked for.
Distractions feel comforting when we’re caught in them,
but they leave us with regret the moment we step away.
Keeping them at a distance
is the first step toward change—
toward becoming who we were always meant to be.

The rose I threw into the wind blossomed into a field full of them.
The ghost of you still drapes itself over my hear.
Seeing you today fed not only my eyes, but ensnared my soul.
The sight of you was verily breathtaking, as if air itself conspired to remind me of your awe.

तू दिसतेस मला एका फुलासारखी,
वेगवेगळ्या रंगांनी बहरलेली
तू दिसतेस मला एका ताऱ्यासारखी,
दूर आकाशात टीमटीमणारी

प्रेम आहे माझे तुझ्यावर,
तुला माहीत नाही
तू आणि फक्त तूच दिसतेस,
इतर काहीच दिसत नाही

एक दिवस विचारेन तुला —
"माझ्याशी लग्न करशील का?"
तेव्हा तू म्हणू नकोस की,
"माझ्या आयुष्यातून निघून जा"

नाही जगू शकणार तुझ्याशिवाय,
जाईन मी मरून
पण आठवणी मात्र राहतील तुझ्या,
मनात घर करून

तू सुखी राहावीस,
हीच असेल माझी शेवटची इच्छा
तुझ्या सुखी जीवनाला,
माझ्याकडून शुभेच्छा

Oh life,
Are you listening?
Let me answer—
Please, let me answer.

Answer my last because,
Not as a hero,
But—
As a puppet with broken strings,
Hanging with wings in a void,
Filled with joy
Of lost flings.

Are you listening?

I feel you every night,
With you in me—
But nowhere near.
Without you, I vanish,
A shadow faded here.

Let the ages of ages get angry,
That’s not what matters.
Only what matters…
Is you.
Only and only you.

Oh life,
You are listening, na?

A storm hit me—
Changed me,
Made me,
Broke me,
Gave me everything…
So it could take everything from me.

But still,
Every night I pray to be with you—
Live with you,
Laugh with you,
Cry with you,
Grow with you,
And live one dream with you.

This is because…
It’s hard to hold the one you crave,
The one your heart would
Die to save.

Oh life—
Am I right?

i don’t know
why i allow
you to step
into my life.

i’ve fought
so long
for peace—

you walk right in
like you’ve got
the right.

you got me
feeling stuck
in place.
i waived the flag,
called a truce—

but instead of
stillness,
you chose
the chase.

what do you want,
anyway?

i spent so long
trying to figure it out—

but it’s still
the same lines
on a different day.

i don’t know
why i let you
circle back
again,

when all you do
is skirt the truth
and keep me
in your game.

I had friends — but never knew why.  
I laughed with them… but still felt shy.  
They smiled, I smiled — but I stood apart,  
They were close in distance, but far in heart.  

I saw them enjoy, and I enjoyed too.  
Those were moments I wish I still knew.  
They were just three steps away —  
Yet I felt like I had drifted astray.  

It’s like they’re present,  
And I became past.  
We had good talks…  
But they didn’t last.  

I had friends.  
But now they’re lost.

I was alive — when I look back.
I can preserve it, but I can’t get it back.
I want to shine, but I’m not a pearl.
I want to cry, but I’m not a girl.

This society says: “Be happy, be composed,”
But never lets us feel free and exposed.
I wore a mask I wasn’t allowed to take off.
I’m a boy in a world that calls me free —
But I’ve forgotten what free even means to me.

You are my ruin
And still,I beg
To be broken again
By your touch.

So I wait ,
Like ruins do
Quiet
Bleeding
Beautiful
Still hoping
You'll come back
And break me again.

Too Late
The stage
has all but cleared.
All the souls
have gone home
for that long farewell.

No more matinees to be had;
no encore will echo
through these halls.

(silence)

The curtains,
now drawn with grace,
hang heavy
with dust and hush.
Not a single chair remains,
unforsaken.

(waiting)

Slowly decaying
listening to the
quiet hush
of the theater.

(stillness)

Too late.
The script is completed,
the final bow taken.
Only Silent echoes remain.