Yes, you change..
You change a lot.
You talk less, because sometimes
Words are just sounds you rather wouldn't make
You change.
You don't believe in deep friendships anymore
Because you have experienced the thickest of them
falling apart!
Yes, you change
Love isn't as magical to you as it once was
Today it's about being just practical because
Yes you change
You don't want to stop for anyone.
Cause moving on is what life has been
Things dreadful than heartbreaks,
now that you have seen..
But don't worry!
Yes you did change. But for good.
The stony exterior you have developed
Shall henceforth protect you from everything sorry!-
резреорелрен рдореЗрдВ рдЙрда рдЦрдбрд╝рд╛ рдордВрдЧрд▓, рд╕рд╛рде рдереА рдЭрд╛рдВрд╕реА рд╡рд╛рд▓реА рд░рд╛рдиреА
рдЦреВрдм рд▓рдбрд╝рдХрд░ рд╣рд┐рд▓рд╛рдпрд╛ рдЙрд╕ рд░рд╛рдЬ рдХреЛ
рд╣рд╛рд░ рдХрд░ рднреА рдЦрддрдо рдирдИ рд╣реБрдИ рдереА рдХрд╣рд╛рдиреА!
рдлрд┐рд░ рдЖрдП рддрд┐рд▓рдХ рдЖрдЧрд░рдХрд░ рдФрд░ рдХрдИ рд╕рд╛рд░реЗ
рд╕реНрд╡рдВрддреНрд░рддрд╛ рдЬрдиреНрдорд╕рд┐рджреНрдз рдЕрдзрд┐рдХрд╛рд░ рд╣реИрдВ рдХреЗ рд╣реБрдП рдирд╛рд░реЗ!
рд╕рдорд╛рдЬ рд╕реБрдзрд╛рд░ рдФрд░ рднрд╛рд░рдд рдХреА рд╢реБрд░реВ рд╣реБрдИ рдлрд┐рд░ рдПрдХ рдирдИ рдкреНрд░реАрддрд┐
рдлреВрд▓реЗ, рдЕрдВрдмреЗрдбрдХрд░, рд╡рд┐рд╡реЗрдХрд╛рдирдВрдж, рдЧреЛрдЦрд▓реЗ рдЬреИрд╕реЗ рдХрдИ рд╕рд╛рд░реЛрдВрдиреЗ
рдмрджрд▓реА рдмрд░рд╕реЛрдВ рдкреБрд░рд╛рдиреЗ рд░реАрддрд┐!
рдЧрд╛рдВрдзреА, рдмреЛрд╕, рднрдЧрдд рдЬреИрд╕реЗ рдХрд┐рддрдиреЛ рдиреЗ рдХрд┐рдП рдлрд┐рд░ рдХрдИ рд╕рд╛рд░реЗ рд╡рд╛рд░
рдХрд┐рддрдиреЗ рдорд╣рд╛рди рд╕реНрддреНрд░реА рдкреБрд░рд╖реЛрдВ рдХреЗ рдЖрд╣реБрддрд┐ рд╕реЗ рдЖрдЧреЗ рдмрдврд╝рд╛ рджреЗрд╢ рд╣рд░ рдмрд╛рд░!
ренрел рд╕рд╛рд▓реЗ рдкрд╣рд▓реЗ рдлрд┐рд░ рдЖрдЬрд╛рдж рд╣реБрдИ рдпреЗ
резрежрежрежреж рдмрд░рд╕реЛрдВ рдкрд╣рд▓реА рд╕рднреНрдпрддрд╛!
рдЖрдУ, рдЙрддреНрд╕рд╡ рдордирд╛рдП рдЗрд╕рдХреА рд╕рдВрд╕реНрдХреГрддрд┐ рдХрд╛
рдмрдврд╝рд╛рдХрд░ рдЗрд╕рдХреА рд╢рд╛рди, рд░рдЦрдХрд░ рдордЬрдмреВрдд рдЗрд╕рдХреА рдЕрдЦрдВрдбрд┐рддрддрд╛!-
A war it is.
More dead and less pyre to burn.
War against a virus. Big lessons we should learn.
We stay apart. We stay at home.
Following civic duties, we stay strong & help the needy if we can.
Forget the differences, we shouldn't waste energies to decide who went wrong.
We fight to save every last child, woman and man.
And only then this war cry soon shall become a victory song!
-
With complex gears and countless moving parts
Life is that Machine
Sometimes out of order due to broken hearts
Life is that Machine
That can be only repaired by that in your head
A specialized mechanic
A strong calm mind which knows no panic!-
You wrote to me about your day
Asking me how was mine?
Mostly it would have been bad as it could
But just a little text from you made it fine!
Remember the last time
You wrote to me about the joke you heard.
Laughed I loud on the silliest of joke, until the misty eyes made everything blurred.
Remember the last time
You wrote to me you were moving out
I wish I could make you stay a little more around
Remember the last time
You wrote to me goodbye and take care
Trust me, life's moved on but still feels unfair.
-
On a rainy morning with my cup of tea.
In my own thoughts of self doubts and disappoinment.
I can start swimming towards the shores of self care and peacefulness but won't.
I am drowning,only because I let myself drown, you see.-
Outside my window I see empty streets and greener trees.
Birds chirping wind swaying dancing leaves as if someones made the time freeze
Outside my window I can almost see the busy me.
Running behind the buses, through the crowd, standing on the signals ready to run the race.
But today, inside my house I see how empty my life has become without the usual craze.
Perhaps, I wasn't ready. Not for the incoming viruses.
But to deal with the emptiness and loneliness that comes with it unable to enjoy the company of just me and not the masses..
Outside my window I see...
A future me perhsps someone who has befriended the inside me..
-
My unhappiness knows no bound.
My happiness knows no bound.
A love letter during the pandemic times-
An engineer now
be a writer, a painter , a cricketer, a vocalist in my dreams...
- Every Indian Kid who is grown up to be an Engineer-