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...
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...
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, 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...
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...
खड़े इक दोराहे पे मैं और मेरा साया, मैं जाना चाहूँ बाएँ, वो ले गया रास्ता दायां। सुंदर था वो रास्ता जो मैं न चुन पाई, पीछे-पीछे उसके क्यों इस राह चली आई। बोला रास्ता ये जाएगा जहाँ तुझे है जाना, जल्दी तो पहुँचाएगा, भले मुश्किल है ये माना। पत्थरीली...
Hopes, scattered across the floor, a sink full of dreams. I want to clean up, but I don't have any energy left in me. I start each day wishing things would go differently, and spend the nights in my bed, scrolling mindlessly. I don't walk past the mirror — who...
You stay open when every fiber of your being screams to shut down. You know no one’s coming— no soft voice, no saving hand— and still, you let yourself drown. Going numb would be easier, but you take the next breath, even when you’re shaking. There’s nothing you cannot face—...
I played it in my mind a thousand times before. But what actually happened was not even remotely close. I sat there quietly but I was not in my body. I don’t know if it was really me or someone behind the first person like in a movie. Because if...
Everybody walks this earth with their dread tucked beneath the pillow. Smother the urge to speak— no one really wants to hear you. No. Grief? Bury it with the dead, or the living will leave you behind. They are not cruel, just self-possessed— but so are you, child. If life...