You are the sunshine that never comes
A promise whispered through the drums
Of cloudy skies and distant dreams
Where nothing’ s  ever what it seems
You light my world in silent ways
But never step into my days
I wait for warmth you never send
A summer that wont ever end
You are laughter trapped behind the rain
A gentle ghost inside my pain
I reach for you with open hands
But all I grasp is sinking sand
You are hope that lingers in the mist
A kiss I’ve longed for, never kissed
The dawn I chase but never find
You are  the sunshine but not mine

तू दिसतेस मला एका फुलासारखी,
वेगवेगळ्या रंगांनी बहरलेली
तू दिसतेस मला एका ताऱ्यासारखी,
दूर आकाशात टीमटीमणारी

प्रेम आहे माझे तुझ्यावर,
तुला माहीत नाही
तू आणि फक्त तूच दिसतेस,
इतर काहीच दिसत नाही

एक दिवस विचारेन तुला —
"माझ्याशी लग्न करशील का?"
तेव्हा तू म्हणू नकोस की,
"माझ्या आयुष्यातून निघून जा"

नाही जगू शकणार तुझ्याशिवाय,
जाईन मी मरून
पण आठवणी मात्र राहतील तुझ्या,
मनात घर करून

तू सुखी राहावीस,
हीच असेल माझी शेवटची इच्छा
तुझ्या सुखी जीवनाला,
माझ्याकडून शुभेच्छा

Just a Silly Crush??
No..it's not a silly crush
Everytime I see him- my mind blanks out.
Everytime I talk to him- I wish he could stay a bit longer.
Everytime I hear his name- a kind of feeling stirs within me..
Everytime his eyes meet mine- they feel divine.
Still..the reality haunts me..
He will never be mine.
His heart won't hold my memories.
His thoughts will never have me in them.
Maybe...
we were meant to meet
but...not to be together.
- Bible ❤️

We all run after the ones
who don’t even turn to see us,
while the ones who truly care—
we leave waiting in the shadows.
And by the time we realize,
the gems are gone.
Yes… we are humans.
Flawed, emotional, and often, just a little too late.

There’s a girl who mirrors my every move—
   it makes me afraid of my own reflection.
And if I’m biting time,
  then please— serve me a couple seconds.
I should’ve loved you better, much earlier…
  so I’ll be with you in a second.

Let me shield my eyes— watching you put
on your armour, decorating your smile,
 you’re a mouthful of colour.
A love picked from the bunch,
  too rare not to treat like a flower.
First as a friend, protective as kin—
even when your salty remarks
 mistake pamper for pepper.
Your attraction? In mint condition—
     a treat like a peppermint.

My skin’s a little tinted, my cries tilt
a little sideways— these long-*** messages
   just to keep you from trailing behind.
Smiling beside you, you give me food
  for thought, and a kind word on the side.

It’s hard to find the genuinely kind.
      But you?
You’re a rare kind— the kind I’d hold
on to, if only I knew how.

Love is a flame,
a memory of orange
flickering behind the ribs,
a match I didn’t know I struck
just by saying his name.

Not a wildfire.
It’s quieter than that.
A pilot light
that keeps burning
even when no one’s home.

Sometimes I hate it for that.
Its persistence.
Its patience.
It’s refusal to let me go cold.

Because I tried.
To blow it out.
To bury it beneath logic
and long explanations
and “maybe he didn’t mean to.”

But there it is,
in the way I still pause
at doorways,
hoping someone
will see me hesitate
and stay.

Some random days...
when everything feels heavy.
when lyrics hit deeper than usual.
when every Instagram reel or YouTube short feels too relatable.
when you feel like you're not enough.
when you start sympathizing with yourself.
when you want to scream but stay silent.
when you want to cry your lungs out, but don’t know why.
Some days are just... painful and complicated.
And that’s okay.

What is a love turned into ashes –
Burnt by the flames of forgotten passions
Actions are so passive;
Our stories still left written out
In captions

My feelings for you are still massive,
Despite being inactive –
So when my lips spell out your name,
I start to fall in love, tasting that old
Bittersweet magic

And it’s truly so wicked, tragic
By feeling so fickle now –
But I happily accept all
That happened…

Some random days...
when everything feels heavy.
when lyrics hit deeper than usual.
when every Instagram reel or YouTube short feels too relatable.
when you feel like you're not enough.
when you start sympathizing with yourself.
when you want to scream but stay silent.
when you want to cry your lungs out, but don’t know why.
Some days are just... painful and complicated.
And that’s okay.