I studied today
and I did enough
but it still doesn't
feel enough. Maybe
it isn't the work which
makes me feel good.
It's you.
After a day of satisfied work,
I come to you and now I think
that it's not the work but
the idea of returning to you,
which makes me satisfied — % &

-

A writer's block is the worst thing that a overthinking introvert can go through

-

Distractions lead to danger

-

Math is well
Math is well
Math is all the way
Complex numbers are easy
But calculus is not an easy way
Hey!

Math is well
Math is well
Math is all the way
I am not the only one
Who loves it the other way
Hey!

-

There are some evenings
where you know
you are not alone
but you are lonely
and want sunlight
to bring joy, but
sun is too shy
and air is too cold to feel

-

There is so much going on around the world and within me. The world was in chaos once and it seems like it will go under a chaos again and we will not be ready for it. Chaos is conserved. The amount of chaos remains constant and it keeps shifting its location. Sometimes its outside and sometimes inside. But there is chaos, always. Chaos can come from misinformation or overinformation. We are in an era of over information and chaos is meant to happen. What matters more is how do you deal with chaos? These are my illusions I live in. This is meant to be an opinion and not an illusion. This is an illusion because I have kept the chaos within me always and yet there is chaos outside. I shut my ears, I close my eyes. I still feel the chaos. Sometimes I enjoy the illusions I am in

-

And when people say you are special, I feel cheated. I feel I cheated them instead. I don't deserve that. I didn't do anything special to be called special? Just an ordinary kid with ordinary words and so much to boast. I haven't done anything remarkable yet and I may not so anything in near future. Fight me.

-

Why did I start writing? I started due to heart break?
A dumb heart break I would say.
It didn't give me anything but I wonder
where I would I have been without that event.
Things would have been different? Would they have been same?
I don't know.
I will never know until I take an alternate reality tour.
What kept me going?
The dream to find people who
understand this world more than I do.
I have been successful and I have been useless for myself.
I hope I would have done better. Hope is my opium

-

Poetry is the only place where I don't want to compete. I am happy with what I write. I choose not to indulge with fancy words and I will stay with my simple words. I don't want to lag behind but I don't want to compete, as poetry is not one of those rat races. It is a slow walk to the destination. A walk where every step means something. No step is meaningless and noone's nose is ahead. They all look down and write.

-

Poetry is the only place where I don't want to compete. I am happy with what I write. I choose not to indulge with fancy words and I will stay with my simple words. I don't want to lag behind but I don't want to compete, as poetry is not one of those rat races. It is a slow walk to the destination. A walk where every step means something. No step is meaningless and noone's nose is ahead. They all look down and write.

-