Do you ever manifest a solo trip?
Hiking through beautiful landscapes,
Walking and pausing in your own pace?
Taking time out to stare at wildflowers,
Or wonder about a life in that cottage
In middle of nowhere?

Do you ever imagine a trek
So deep into the solitude
That you can travel back a decade,
Reunite with your thoughts as a teenager,
The ambitions of that time,
The things that you loved?

— % &Do you ever imagine
Walking so far away
Through the wilderness
That you can cut through
the decade of hurt and guilt
And meet the naive but unadulterated self
Who knew what she wanted from life?— % &

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In the end
Maybe this urge
For getting lost
Is about being found.
Sometimes we cherish
To be found by a beloved,
And in other times
it is a journey we take
To find that old self
That was in love with itself.

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You feel like sunshine on a wintry day -
A touch warmth to this cold heart.
A glow on the face,
A tint of happiness,
A hope of spring days.

But it is the winter.
The one that has overstayed.
And this heart has gone too cold.
And you are that elusive sunshine
That do not visit often.
The glow fades.
The tint vanishes.
And my grey world long for you,
Day and night,
Hoping the next time
When I see you,
Spring has arrived,
And you shine on me
Like the Sun that melts the frost.
The Sun that is here to stay.

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When I said she has a beautiful smile,
They thought I referred to her face.
They missed out on the smile itself.
The kind of content one
That gives out her self preservation
And her glow from within.
The kind of one
That said she knew
How much she wants,
And how much she is getting.
As if she knew
When to get out,
And when to hold on to.
When I said she has a beautiful smile,
They thought like the one on cover of a magazine.
No.
It was one that assures-
That in time, everything will be fine.

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And suddenly you know
It is December
The report card time;
And it's majorly blank.
And suddenly you know,
Another year was wasted;
And you still remain in the shadow of
the girl you want to become,
But you'll never be good enough to become her.

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You come back to me like Sundays.
Like sunshine on my face
While I lay in my cosy bed.
Like the cheat chai,
With sugar and spices,
And I pick you up
Like my favourite book,
Ready to read it all over again,
But doze off while holding it to my chest.
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Me,
That was me too,
A version of mine,
That I fell in love with.
And then walked away
Cause I wanted more-
Only to wonder from faraway,
If I would have been rebel enough
To keep it that way,
Would it have been
Little easier
To love myself,
Everyday?

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Some burn crackers,
Some light a diya.
And here I am...
One Diwali after another,
Burning for you.

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Amidst the tussle between
What you want,
And what they want for you,
Mediocrity happens.

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And then in war,
they become what they were trying stop.

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