Mistakes were forgiven.
With a gentle smile
Surrounded by faces
No judgment was cast
Your innocence was embraced

Life was easy, carefree and light
No weight on your shoulders,
No battles to fight

Can we ever feel serene again?
Can we ever be trusted
With the innocence of a child?

Somewhere within, that child still remains—
In quiet moments, in summer rains
Perhaps life can be gentle
If they see through the eyes we once wore

Strength stands firm on the surface , yet doubtful beneath.
Is this the way for all?
Does the world grow mightier,
or weak to keep up the pace?
Will a place ever be found?

A quiet war within—
does it only cease when we’re buried deeper?
The sky looms in ashen tones,
while waters shimmer with an uncanny green,
and the air chills like the hearts of the indifferent.

Will warmth ever return?
Will sunlight break through, embracing all once more?
Will the world ever learn to accept?

Lips are parched,
Silver threads weave through my hair.
Skin loosens over weary hips,
Time etching its tale with care.

Hormones rage, a silent storm,
Mirror reflects a changing face.
Then it hits—I'm growing old,
Yet the world moves at its pace.

*****, unrested, sleepless nights,
Anger clings, like an old refrain.
A cycle fades, but I remain—
So much lost, yet much remains.

"किस गुरूर में हैं ये लोग,
शहर की खूबियों से खुद का बखान करते हैं।
कोई ज़रा पूछे इनसे,
आखिर तुमने इस शहर के लिए किया क्या है?
तुम्हारी शान भी इस शहर से है,
इसने ही तो तुम्हें ये सब दिया है।"

No time to carry the weight of their hate,
No space to kindle bitterness within.
Here I stand, wrapped in my wounds.

No words to unravel who I am,
No need to cleanse the stains of their judgment.
Here I linger, lost in my confusion.

No understanding do I seek from souls,
No gaze of sympathy do I crave.
It’s only me and the chaos I kept.

always offered help,
never realizing that
i needed it most.

The embers of the past,
A lament that stirs my soul.
Time did fly—
Flowers withered,
Seasons shifted,
The last leaf fell,
But I remained.

Pinned to this barren land,
Nailed through my skin,
The wound that never heals,
Bleeding with every thought—
A weight that yearns to move on,
But still, I stay,
Stuck in the echoes of the past.

The illusion of healing,
Just a mirage in the desert of my heart.

It’s the tranquility
I longed to be drowned in,
Even if I suffocate,
I’d know it leapt from what I’d become—
A monster to myself.

Even if I drown in desolation,
There’s still life in the stillness,
The quiet joy in my plea,
A glimpse of what I could have been,
If only I had not been my own monster.

But even monsters can unlearn,
Can find grace in their scars,
So I'll rise from the silence,
With whispers of who I’ll become.

Long awaits the dream,
Of what could cost the beauty, the life,
Drowned in the weight of endless what ifs.
What if I fall?
But the sky, it whispered—
Darling, what if you flew?

A tremor through my soul,
A repent that’s born of silence—
I am nothing but a rainfall,
Bound to fall,
Shaken by the wind's cruel caress,
Drowned in my own desolation,
Yet somehow still alive in this ache,
Like rain that clings to the earth,
But never stays.