There's something about falling in love with shooting stars and REM dreams and library books and strangers in the train, whose eyes meet yours for a split second. There's something about falling in love with petrichors that last for half an hour, with the songs you hear without knowing the title, with paper boats under the rain and CDs with scratches, with that person you spent a 5 am with in a desolate park, talking about life and sadness and life — what even is the difference, without ever knowing their name.

There's a nameless feeling, probably something between resigned and bittersweet, about falling in love with temporary things. Maybe it's knowing that I've lost some things forever. It's knowing that I should always learn to let go — knowing that they won't ever come back.

And so won't you. Darling, at least, losing them didn't hurt.

1.
The caste-based discrimination,
Warranted by caste-based reservation,
In the Indian nation;

2.
It brings people on the roads so often,
Their feelings refuse to soften,
With blood of men, roads soon glisten;

3.
Few wanting newer reservation,
Some wanting more reservation,
None thinking about deservation;

4.
They all cry reservation aloud,
Getting alms, they feel proud,
Disaster is hidden in a shroud;

5.
Politicians cash in on the issue,
If you're needy, they won't miss you,
Arrange your own teary tissue;

6.
The caste politics they're playing,
Truly careless they're behaving,
Threats they're manufacturing;

7.
Caste-based reservation is like a fire,
These crutches will take none higher,
Remember, remember this lone flyer.

hello, stranger
finally,
we broke the boundary
of virtual and the physical plane
rummaging through
instances wherein
meeting you, and I
was in our circumstances.

we met for caffeine
and paper bundles
and ties within the philia
and you were unexpectedly
familiar
as if we knew each other
from a long time ago

undeniably
there are a thousand thoughts that
rushed through the gallows
intersections in my brain
and there are a thousand words i ought to say
freely, blatantly
for safety is better associated
with the anonymous
I found with you

a step, I say
to knowing what's beyond
the lashes that flickers through the air
majestic, entrancing
and eyes that glimmer
when intersected even with
the dimmest of light

and to my surprise
I felt safe
yet
in this indescribable feeling
of the need to detach
my claws onto the skin
of the unknowing stranger

I have to forget that
our existence
once crossed

for meeting you
was a mistake
that happiness forced me to commit

and as the cycle of building and destroying
the image of you, tangible and the like
continues

hurting, burning
like acid to flesh
yet recovering with no scars
at all.

I love every single bit of it.