Why are all the beautiful descriptions reserved for women?

"Men are beautiful too" in their sleepy voices, in their messy hair, in their shy smiles when they show they care, and in their strong determination when they dare. Men are beautiful with their soft, long lashes and deep eyes.

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If not in this lifetime
then, maybe, in the next?

Will our paths cross
to bring us together again?

Would you look at me and smile,
or would you walk by my side as an unknown?

Would I have the courage to say hi,
or would I let you go as a mere passerby?

Would my longing reach God, to make you mine again?

Would my prayers reach God, to be yours again?

Would destiny ever support us, and let us be?

Will we ever have a happy ending?

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Just hold on baby,

We will meet again in the next life,
To find solace in each others eyes.
It will not be yours, neither will be mine
It will be ours where love will again shine,

There will be a day,
Where we will mend our heart,
To make us feel
It was never broken !.

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It didn't work!
That doesn't mean it wasn't real,
The things we just gave into that,
Will never come back to us.
Sometimes we need to go through the situation,
Just to accept that it was meant to be.

The journey will never make uh stare,
Untill you stop somewhere
And that void makes you feel,
You emptied your life for one, just to value more for yourself.

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Everything seems so different now-a-days,
Was the life I was living, is lost!?
Or' the things which was lost , am i living now!?
Its only the broken heart consoling the heart which is already broken!

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Dear You,

Nothing happened when you left
The nights didn't turn scary
The days didn't turn long
The sky didn't turn black

My eyes didn't reveal everything that was hidden
My soul didn't leave my body
Neither did it let anyone else in
Not did it shower the sorrow on me,


Nothing happened when you left
— except one thing: I turned into stone.

But even if I became stone
I ended up in between the flowers
They didn't let me become one
They bloomed around me
— and showed me to the world as one of them.

Nothing happened when you left
I became me,
Someone who didn't deserve all those that I thought was mine.

When you went
You took everything I thought was mine
— yourself
— and all these things as well.

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You're doing enough
For you
For them.

Believe in your existence
And in your hard work,

Everything is not gonna be yours, and it's okay
Everything doesn't belong to you.
You'll get what's written for you.

Even if you have to pass through the dark clouds to achieve that.
Even if you have to cross the ocean to get your pearl.
Even if you have to drive your mind for miles to reach your destination.
Even if you have to dig in the desert to see what you've been built on.
Even if you have to make others wishes come true before your own.

Because that's how it's written for you.

Nobody can steal it.
Except you and your hopelessness to not getting everything now.

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"You love him right? So why did you let him go easily?"
He never wanted to be mine,
I was left alone and alone, everytime I wanted him to stay, so I had no choice but to let him go. How can I force someone to let me things that all I wanted? I gave him all my love when we were together but I guess it wasn't enough... I was never enough. I'm never meant to be judged always!.

They told me, when your absence doesn't bother someone, it means your presence never mattered to them in the first place.

I finally decided to let him go when I realized that.

Because while I was crying myself to sleep at night thinking of ways on how to win him back, he was already back on his feet, like our story never happened at all."

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It's 3am at night and as moon light invades through the translucent curtains of my bedroom, the memories of our's bring tears to my eyes, taking me to the time when everything was once rosy in my now somber life.


the shwal of mine that mistakenly stuck into your shirt's button in our first year and then you deliberately held onto in our final year recapsulates me of our old school love. It isn't mere a silk cloth, but a souvenir of our love in winds. Every time i pick it up, the scent of your warmth engulfs me in itself, reminding me of our dauntingly beautiful love story.

pictures of our bike rides shift me back to days when our moments were all about bike rides during day and long walk at nights. The more I'd clutch you while you'd drive, the safer I'd feel.

these intangible objects still bring me butterflies but nothing compares to the heebie-jeebies I'd get with your eye contact, your one-touch and hearing my name in your voice. I wish you couldn't have been this cruel to snatch my heart and stab it thousand of times, right away when I wanted you to stop, believe, stare at my eyes and to stay back a little more.

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Choosing a field, where you don't even know where it will take you at the end..
The end, supposed to be always thought of a good one, needs to start somewhere,
Hustling in our daily routines, every corner of the college knows the bearing pain.
Behind every room of the hostel, though has a different story, the beats lies in every heart.
Exhausting ourselves by walking miles , to having fun wherever we sit..
From missing our home, to making home there.
Leaving behind the sacrifices, the pain, the frustrations, to having a smile in the face.
We all tried to look into ourselves even more deeper!
The journey is forever to go!.
Happy doctor's day 💝

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