It all changes,
When our  view changes..

My sad times are always accompanied
by my poems...
Then why don't my good times

Going beyond my comforts,
For my improvement,
Is hard, but the gratification,
When we reject the lazy mornings
And sweat in the cool breeze,
Wait for the sunrise, with a cup of warm milk
It's cooler than it sounds!!

Chote chote baatein  bhi bade acche lag rahe hain,
Kudse guzarta har pal sundar lag raha hain,
Hum badal rahe hai ,
Ya shaayad
Humara nazariya badal raha hai.......

Although I remembered my path will lead to you,
And yet
That day I was focused and also lost,
Abruptly  my mind was blank,
That moment's conjuring blocked my way,
Those bright colours and fragrances,
Made me  fall,
Were there any thoughts or memories --no not at all,
And I left you in that city mall,
Forever

Not all the encounters end up to be glad,
Not all arrogant ones are bad,
Not all fangirls should be considered as mad,
Eventually, not all poets are always sad.

In the process of not giving a ****,
I didn't even realise when did I even learn enjoying my own company, that's lit.