Is what I thought for the longest time.
Every time I felt a little happier,
I cursed myself a little more.
I guilted myself into thinking it was wrong,
That I was moving before my time was here.
But slowly I came upon this thought,
That a love towards the self
is higher than any other love in the world,
That a happy person is one less troubled soul
in an already troubled world.
So I chose to move on by being happy,
Does that mean I've forgotten everything?
Can you forget the power of breathing
even when you breathe every second?
That's where I am as I move on.

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Once upon a time people
reached out to others through pages.
They called it 'letters' then,
A word that's heard less than none now.
A way to touch someone else's heart,
A way to convey your feelings drifting apart,
With the power of your ink and paper,
You had the power to leave
your imprint on the other's heart.
Nothing can ever replace the feeling
of receiving handwritten letters,
To know that one sat through the time,
Keeping social media aside
to pen down their most important thoughts.
It's been a while, now that I think,
That I haven't received one too.
But it's been longer,
that I haven't written one for someone else too.

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Catching yourself at the exact moment when you begin turning into someone you always hated.

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Mangoes and home food
Of incense and warmth
A room filled with laughter
Erupting from the laughs that is my family
It reminded me of my roots
The sputtering of the cumin
Or the cutting of a mango slice
My childhood was really a much more happy time
A time I simply cherish
And when everything really was fine.

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I'd rather run away.
I would choose silence over words
Even though the latter is something I love.
Facing the truth with you is a risk I'm not willing to take,
If it means I would lose you by spilling it out,
I would really rather just remain fake
But as much as I would love to run away from what's in front
It will eventually catch up with me
For truth and love can never be hidden
Now haven't I experienced them both?
So I tell the truth and see you walk
But then you walk towards me, instead of going the other way.

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Truly knowing yourself
Knowing who you are inside and out
Such a rarity, to know how you feel
When no one is around
And then to put it to use
When everyone else surrounds
This rarity is hardly ever experienced by many
Only a few lucky ones can see themselves truly
If you are one to have gone through this rare experience,
Tell us what was it like on the other side?

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From in the sights of my childhood home,
Where I woke up to the sun bright in the sky.
To the sounds of hawkers roaming the colonies,
To the chirping of birds that made my mornings complete.
These things are bits that made my childhood complete.
From this stage to a time of never-ending bills and complains of those around,
Seeing things in the world that make your heart sad,
Hurt, pain and so much distress
Growing up, can be painful.

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Staying in love is hard — % &

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I feared for his life more than my own
When I called out his name more than mine
Each time I had news there's no one's I'd tell but him
And In difficulties, I'd always look for him
But I also knew I was in love,
When we could share our silences
Or a simple conversation over a shared cup of chai
The mindless fights and the sweet make ups after
The effort put forth by the two of us together
Made it worth to be in love
To be in love with no one but you.

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Getting out of my comfort zone
Talking to strangers

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