Still, there is this desire to be loved, Still, there is this horror at being left behind, Still, there is this ache for something that's not here, Still, there is this feeling of everything going right.

I almost texted you today, Almost. Despite the busy day I've had, I found pockets of calm, Or I should say, Pockets of moments to keep me sane in this chaos, And in one such pocket, I missed you a lot, A lot. Then, I found a song, That you would have definitely liked, Like, definitely. And I almost sent it to you, Almost. Maybe, on one such day, I won't have such strong control over my mind, And my mind will let my heart do what it wants, Today was not that day, though, I mis

I have prayed and cheered, I have supported and feared, I have followed and walked, I have seen you start, I have seen you finish, I have seen you at the top, I have seen you at the bottom, More than anything, I have been there, Without you knowing about my existence, Yet, I have prayed and cheered...

In your twenties, There will be a guy, Who'll text you one night, Saying how a certain song reminds him of you. A song that was always your favourite to begin with. It's important for you, To not take it personally. Because, that moment onwards, Whenever you'll listen to that song, It'll remind you of him, And when he leaves, Which he will, You'll not be able to listen to your favourite song, For 20+ months. Maybe he'll forget about all the sweet words he said, But, your hear

I see you first, After days that turned into months, Did you long for me too? You turn slow, To look at me a little more, Did I want to look at you too? Yes, I did, But, no, I didn't, Why do I avoid your eyes, Why don't I smile? Why am I such a mess? Why do you find me all the time?

When a spark meets fire, The fire grows, And when the fire meets a catalyst, It roars.

Once again, Life feels like a big, Work in Progress all over again, And I don't know, Where this will take me, Or how much it'll destroy me, All I know is, I cannot run away from it, Even though I want to.

As this year, Slowly starts coming to the end, I'm wondering, And reminiscing, On all the small-big lessons, Life threw at me. Honestly, I don't even remember much of them. All of this makes me wonder, What part does this year play in my overall life? Because right now, It feels like a tiny speck of dust, Almost meaningless at the moment, But, this feels like the start of a wave, A big one. The one I hope doesn't take me down to drown.

No one had read my poems since last four days, Makes me think, Really think, For the first time in the history of this blog, Am I doing it for myself, Or for views? But what is art, If it's not seen, read, appreciated, critiqued, Is the artist, Still and artist then?

Jitni baar tumse mili nahin hu, Usse zyada baar aaj tumhe yaad kar liya hai, Ichikiyon ke liye, Maafi.

Thankful for everyone in love who didn't give up, Despite the distance, Doubts, And other challenges, Your hope fuels mine.

I had a Deja Vu, Of us sitting together, When it was the first time we've met actually, Then someone said, This is what it means to be written from before, This is what it feels like it's meant to be.