Overwhelming,
Is it how love is?
I guess it is,
But no one will warn,
If it was happiness or hell,
If love was supposed to feel like this,
Every single moment has become enacting  hell,
To the point where death seems so well,
All the tears that were swallowed,
My heart has reached its absolute swell,
Now that I think,
Am I even being loved?

How does it feel to be loved?

देश में राजनीति तो कब का मर चुका है,
मुझे तो लगने लगा है कि शायद वो कभी था ही नहीं,
हमारे तो नायक हैं, नायक,
और वो नायक बड़े सक्श्य़ं है कुत्ते पालने में,
बहुत ही वफादार कुत्ते,
हां यहां प्रजा सेवक कहा होता है,
यहां तो राजकीय "नायक" होता है,
यहां प्रजा कहा होते है,
यहां तो अपने-अपने नायकों के वफादार पालतू कुत्ते होते हैं।

It's alarming,
How most of the Freedom is from within.

Is there any place,
Where there isn't any hatred?

Those shiny eyes, faintly smile,
Messing up hair and that soulful gaze,
Your every expression makes me amazed,
How foolish of me to try to seize this priceless  art,
With the countable pixels of this little lens,
Usually, I look at things,
But now I'm rejoicing you, Through my eyes,
Feel you through my heart,
The air around us has a fragrance of happiness.
This is your reality, not appreciation.

Did you ever wonder?
How many lives exist between being introvert and extrovert.

Whenever I'm nervous,
Whenever my mind stops working,
Whenever I feel I've nowhere to go I look for you Krishna,
My magic I need you again and always.

To all the pairs of unimpressed eyes
Please wait a little longer,
Please give me some more time

Honestly,
I don't know either.

Why do I want to run away,
As if far away, I would be there with me...

I love flowers,
In the garden.

Nothing really happened today,
Not even a single thing,
I was good till yesterday,
But today I want to cry so much,
That I started crying and crying
Still not feeling to stop
For no reason at all.
My heart feels like drowning,
No matter how much I cry,
It hurts so much internally,
Again for no reason.

It's always those unpredictable nice people,
Who inspires me so much to become like them.

Calm down
Take deep breaths

But I'm drowning in the air.
The more I inhale,
The more I suffocate.

I no longer believe that,
"Your first impression is your best impression".
They are almost fake and sometimes nervous.

ఎన్నెన్నో మీల్లు దాటి ముందుకు వెళుతున్న,
ఓ ప్రియమైన క్షనమా,
గడిచిన ప్రతి గడియ, తిరిగి రాదని,
నిన్ను లెక్కచేయని ,
నన్ను వెక్కిరి చూపులు చూస్తూ వెళ్తున్నావా,
దాటిన క్షణనం కన్న విలువైన సంపద,
ఇంక ఒకటి ఉంది మిత్రమా,
నీకోసమే వేచి చూస్తున్నా,
అంటూ అంటుంది,
కొత్త ఆశలు,ఉత్సాహం,పట్టుదల గల,
మరో ఉదయమా...

Why are we trying so hard to Survive?

First
You are
Scared,
Then
You feel
Wronged,
And
Everything seems
Unfair,
Soon
You feel
Exhausted,
And next comes the best part,
You end up
Enjoying it.

My mind doesn't Shut Up!

A mental note📒,
We
SURVIVE
to
"LIVE".
In the process of surviving,
I don't want to forget living.

Wounds turn numb,
When they are healing.

How pitiful to have stereotypes for almost everything.

I'm someone to you,
That I never had when I needed.

I want a place,
From where
I never want to escape anymore.

And
As always,
I ended up
Picking the pieces of my heart.

It's going to be like this, isn't it,
This is why I stopped talking,
Why not just leave me alone?

Invading my space,
Makes me feel special,
And throws me off the cliff.

Sleep is my favourite foe.

Awestruck and amused,
Someone else has also believed in my dream today.

Now I wish I'm never out of words,
So that our conversation never dies.

Maybe because of the familiarity
Or knowledge of their real lives
somehow
Movies and actors never made me feel,
How my old and shredded books have.

Dear sister,
Time spent with you is so beautiful,
Maybe that is why, it's flying hastily,
I perhaps can't slow down the time,
However, I would do anything to prevent this thought,
"When did we drift apart?"

I heard it's called
"Discombobulation".

What is it papa?
Oh That my princess, it's an aeroplane,

Papa, I want one aeroplane, please.
Ooh, do you? Tomorrow you will have one I promise,

Papa, look plane plane, flying flying.
Yes now turn around, look there,
Wow papa, it's a plane plane, is it real,
Yes I just grabbed it from sky for you,
How papa are you a super hero?
Hahaha yes my little doll as long as you believe so,
Woooh, Papa let's fly,
Yess let's fly hohoooo,

Papa this is not real plane,
Yes beta it wasn't,
Why did you lie,I really thought you could fly,
Sorry beta, I wanted to be your superhero at least for some time.

No papa, you are wrong,
I know,
No superhero can be my dad. Now come let's play.

Dear God,
Can you fix my malfunctioning,
There are many nonsense embarrassing memories, I'm troubled with,
Can you replace them with my tomorrow's test work?

Mustered up all the courage,
I've unlocked the door,
I don't know what's behind that,
Even if I open it,
Would I be able to step outside the door?
Or the concern of this unknown new world and self-doubt,
End up killing my curiosity?
What's making me scared, will it turn out real or is it just an illusion?
I've opposed many to get here,
Will I be able to answer them?
Many questions are making my heart sore,
Would I  be able to step outside the door?

Now that I'm seeing it without searching for any meaning,
The world doesn't seem that bad.

The problem is always
With the"nice people",
Who are just nice.
Nothing more,
Nothing less.

When you let go of what others think of you,
When you know you are doing right,
When you know you're hurting none,
That is when you start
To let embarrass yourself,
Let you embrace yourself,
Take all the colours,
And paint yourself,
A wonderful and colourful life.
Be Your Own Muse sometimes.

In a few issues, in fact in a lot of issues
" Ignoring what others may think is good
But aren't people making a little too rude?"

So far I have learnt till now...
Time to learn to be ruthless and selfish,
This world doesn't deserve your kindness anymore...

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.

Reppavesi loppale aapesina prathi kanneeti binduvulu,
Samrudram la yuddhaniki vasthe,
Poraadedhi ela

To your privilege,
And
My dismay,
I'm a pro player,
In the game of
Self-blame.

I don't understand people,
Who are sooo great at their work,
But so bad in behaviour and lifestyle.

Mere saath bandha har Rishta,
Andar se thoda toota nikla,
Meri chahat ki har manzil,
Mujse thoda roota nikla,
Kya hai ye zindagi,
Aakhir mai mere sajai hue quaabo ki shehar,
bohath hi Joota nikla.

Who knew
There's an emotion
Where
Even happiness could ache..
Well,
Now it defines happy tears.

I'm chasing a good career,
I'm striving for promising work,
I'm desiring for an ideal life,
I'm dying for a perfect body,
I'm struggling to achieve luxury,
I'm working on building my brand,
I'd want to be loved so much
I've many things in life that
I might die achieving,
I want each one of them, but
I wouldn't be shattered without them,
I'd still make a living, as
In MY LIFE,
My emotions, my People, their feelings
Are the only things that matter the most,
In the end
I just want to get better as a person, daughter, sibling, and citizen.

It's not
Tick, tick tic..tic
It's
Delay, delay, delay,delay

What is the correct option?
Which one is more devastating?
Which one takes more healing?
Which one holds the power to change someone's life?
Which one hurts the most?
Physical pain or internal pain.
Can they ever fade away?
The one which everyone carries and yet is non-detectable.