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He chose me the first time our eyes met And I stepped in knowing what I was willing to bet He looks for me the moment I leave With him, I’m brave enough to wear my heart on my sleeve He redefined what life is all about Without ever saying...
My Hand
My hand was held so I wouldn't be lost. But somewhere in the holding, something else got lost. The grip got too tight, started to hurt “You are imagining it” is what I was told I held my silence carefully Knowing I'd be called thankless and dumb May be that's...
I’m still gathering myself
I am still gathering myself From all the moments I bleed Some crawling back, some I have yet to meet If you ever find a piece of me Don't touch her. Don't save her. You don't wanna carry the marks When she shows her teeth So just… let her be...
I’m tired
I'm tired I'm tired of explaining every thought i speak I'm tired of proving under these bones i breathe So tired of clarifying with every blink just so I'm seen clearly by the ones who are committed to their versions of me so dearly I've spent far too long waiting...
Rooms
Rooms where I struggled to breathe are quieter now Temperature’s a bit colder But lighting is better somehow Here outside, the air is heavier But at least finally mine No longer taking in the breaths That were exhaled on my mind And yet I breathe easier now Not because I...
It’s Okay
It’s okay if you don’t see the path ahead, or know where everyone went. Don’t be afraid to get a little lost— keep walking, even if it’s just you and your ghost. It’s okay to scream your lungs out— to feel, without knowing what it’s all about. You can fracture...
To Belong
What does it mean— to belong? Is it the connection you feel in every bond? The way you define yourself in things and places—like a song? Or is it when you no longer need to translate your soul— And each part of you feels a little more whole? When you...
सफ़ेद फूल
मुट्ठी भर रोशनी में जहाँ, खिलते सफ़ेद फूल, वो एक टुकड़ा आसमान का, हाँ, है मुझे कबूल। इत्तेफ़ाक़ रखे जो मुझसे, हो वो एक ऐसी जगह, एक किरण भी लगे ऐसे, जैसे नूर बरसता बे-पनाह। सफ़ेद न रहे बन कर, बस निशानी पाकीज़गी की, उसे भी तो हो हक़, सातों...
वक़्त थोड़ा कम है मेरे पास
वक़्त थोड़ा कम है मेरे पास, मगर कुछ बातें ज़रूरी सी लगती हैं। क्या पढ़ सकोगे वो अनकही, जो मेरी साँसों में चुभती हुई सी रह गई है? क्यों नहीं आती ज़ुबां पर, क्यों हर बार थम जाती है? शायद दूसरों की भाषा में अपना मतलब खो देने से डरती...
Sacrificial Love
They say pure love is sacrificial. It is when you put them before you, above you. You compromise. You soften. You shrink. You dim. You give without expectations. You think if you could just offer a bigger piece of yourself, maybe this time they will see you. But is it...