Wanting to escape,
Has become a disease now,
And I'm so sick,
I'm so sick,
I'm getting sick with every passing moment!!
I want to run,
I want to be cured,
If not I'll not die,
But I'll be rotten for sure...!!!!

When I'm happy,
I look at you and smile,
When I'm sad
I look at you and smile,
I don't feel like "this too shall pass",
I just smile.
Not to cheer up,
Not to gear up,
It's a pause,
I just smile.
I forget the race,
I lose the speed,
I drop the accuracy,
I just smile.
No memories, no future vision,
No idols, no competitors,
It's just me, my heartbeat and
My smile.

The thoughts of settling up,
Or hang on to something,
Always goes unsettled.

Few flashbacks are so dark,
At times,
No distractions can change my mood,
Then happened something,
I felt really good,
It was written something on my book,
There's still 'HOPE' take a look!

You don't need a big breakdown,
To become stronger,
There are many small invisible,
Pieces of glass,
Which rip your skin apart,
Without leaving a scar,
But the pain you survive,
Makes your WILL stronger...

There are some things,
No one except our mom can understand.

Luck may get partial sometimes,
But at some point ain't I lucky too,
As I'm still alive, breathing and writing.

Adrenaline hits,
My first sleepless night,
In Excitement to change.

I wish it were the real ghosts
which haunts me,
Instead of the thoughts
"You can't do it", " You are failure",
"Didn't I tell you it'll never work out",
" Just give up", "You are dumb".
My mind replays these at night,
My brain stops working and my hands tremble during exams,
I wish it were ghosts that haunt me,
But yet somehow I see some scope,
I believe in change,
My holy water is hope.

My World of Illusion,
Is your entourage,
I'm a desperate thirsty fool,
And you are a mirage.

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.

Sleep is my favourite foe.

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

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?"

The cruelty of the world is,
You say something,
And they understand something else.

The beauty of poetry is,
You portray your version,
And anyone can imagine their version.

"One world many thoughts,
One thought many incredible worlds."

Why do you worry so much?
You are so young,
Well, that's my biggest worry
being young.

No matter what I'm,
Who I am.
Changes will certainly be there,
But only for me and
Only if I want.

No matter what you choose,
Regrets would never leave you, would they?
So I'm weighing my regrets

I tried not to care,
But that's not just who I am,
I tried so hard to be unaffected,
But what do I do with my weak heart,
I don't even know if you mean them,
But your words affect me so much,
Thanks for letting me learn
How to make a face of iron,
While your heart is tearing apart,
Just Breathing is difficult now, survival is very far,
I've mastered the game of adulthood,
Your mercy again from when I was a child,
One thing I'm grateful for is,
You'll never get to see this side of mine,
My little secret profession,
I've become a very fine actor now.

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.

Why are we trying so hard to Survive?

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.

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.

Someday,
If everything goes well,
And if I'm still alive in my 60's,
I'll leave everything behind
And go into the mountains
I'll write letters to everyone

When you stop receiving them,
Come looking for me.

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

I love flowers,
In the garden.

I heard it's called
"Discombobulation".

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...

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.

You know honey,
That's not it,
Maybe You can go for bread or oats,
But have one path,
Coz You cannot survive,
With your feet on two boats,

Hey, hey don't risk it,
Do you think you'll ever make it,
By putting all your eggs in one basket.

Sweetie, life could get bitter
If you'd lie,
But do remember,
It's good, to be honest, and
dumb to be too honest.

Uh-uh,
Gimme a second,
HONEST is honest,
There's nothing like being too honest,
All I ever wished was to grow,
What are you exactly telling me to do bro!!!

You are coffee,
And I am milk,
We may go fine alone,
There are others, I can get along,
But only our fusion can create,
LATTE ART❤

This path is my routine,
Traffic lights glint to green,
I feel plastered to the ground,
In the middle with vehicles moving around,
Blurred vision, numbing mind,
I could still hear the honking behind.
At this moment, at this point,
I don't want to move, I want to realize,
Something which I have wondered for a while,
Not being a daughter,
Nor a sister,
Not a citizen,
Nor a student,
Not a devotee,
Not a friend,
Nor an enemy,
Without any tie,
In this world What am I?
Not the pretend,
Nor the true,
Not the nice, taking the bait,
Not the constant struggle to sustain,
Not the one I want to be,
Not the one the world wants to see,
Behind the sweet smile,
Behind the scars,
Behind the masks,
Buried so deep,
Not the eyes,
Nor the body,
Not the one which everyone sees,
When I face the mirror,
I always wonder I don't know why,
Behind the curtains,
Who am I?

Forced sentiments,
Faked smiles,
There are many black coal mines,
Don't cry dear,
That's not brave ones choice.
Lurk those scars,
For the false pride.
Raspy barks,
The world is dark,
Save your wings,
Don't fly,
Make your choices,
Accordingly,
Maybe that right,
Is wrong for society.
The whole teen's gone,
In this perilous cry,
Leaving these taught's behind,
I don't want my whole life to be a LIE.

Dawdling to the memories
Which were old and constrain.
Those flashbacks, in the nights,
Costs my energy and sleep to drain.
Everyone thinks it's matter of one's heart,
But the one who's to blame is the brain

Why is he asking for my number?

Can I trust them and go to that place?

Can I accept his ride?

Aunty says I'm growing up, so I should start wearing a scarf, to protect myself.

Here I was thinking scarfs are winter clothes,

Aunty says I should stop wearing sleeveless,
I should protect myself from bad eyes,

I'm covering myself, I've hidden my body well,
But from whom and from whom not,

Who can be trusted and who can not be?

Should I be hidden or should I not be?

I heard some boy say, night bike rides are the best,

I'm sure I'll never witness a night like that,

My friend thinks once she's married, she'll be free, she will have a protector by her side,

How can she not realise, right now we are tangled by invisible chains,

Marriage is an act where you are knotted,
Publically.

I don't know what freedom is, I don't think what I thought was freedom.

Aunties say it's always me who has the control of safety, a little mistake, and I'll get myself rapped or harassed,

Periods are painful and extremely uncomfortable,
But I should make sure not to talk about it, it's gross or impure I guess.

I don't know how women conceive a child,
It's so scary,
But Aunty says it's a privilege,
She says there are many banj(defective women who are unfit to conceive.) Out there, so I shouldn't think like that.


I wish I could ask people on social media,
If given a choice how many of them would like to be a
WOMEN☕

My chest feels so insecure,
So do my back,
Though it's a huge discomfort,
I tend to go to the Battlefield,
Matching the shoulders which aren't so tough,
Bearing those strange looks and gazes here and there,
At those times I don't understand,
What could solve my problem, should I fully cover myself or just roam uncovered.
The real battle begins, when my voice starts to raise,
I knew what will happen, I didn't expect any praise,
"Who are we to talk, when nature itself says"
when this question is asked why can't I utter a phrase.
I think I made a mistake,
And yes I admit it, being a girl is a mistake.

You are not sorted,
Are not perfect.
Neither am I,
Nor the world is.

You never know,
if things are really scary,
Or
Is it our imagination that freaks us out?