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...
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...
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...
Cost Of Inaction
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...
The Bag that’s Me
Words unsaid roll down my cheek while I stand in front of the canvas. I breathe in the expectations I see, and breathe out some pieces of me. But I...
I’m a Poem
On some days I wanna be a poem. Not an exquisite one. The one that's raw and messy, Without any rhyme or rhythm. But keeps on expanding , Just when...
मेरी पहचान
जिंदगी के इस सफर में, मेरा वजूद ही खो गया कहीं, नाम और घर की बात तो छोड़ो, मेरे वक्त पर भी आज मेरा हक़ नहीं। सिखाया गया था मुझे,...
Discover You
Someone different? Or are you still the same? If you are pondering the question You are not, and that’s a shame Look at yourself Wonder what chipped you away? You...
If Sadness was a Flower
That moment, in the dead of the night I saw how the pieces fit just right All my life I was at war with the peace Things make so much...