You know it's not healthy to go to bed with so much in your head?
Maybe, you should talk it out,
Clear and loud...
But what if it doesn't make sense to them?
To bloom myself again, I need to water my roots not the stem...
And I can't talk on the surface level for something deeply rooted.
But you may get perspectives, no?
Ohh perspectives...
Lately I have realised this,
It only complicates the situation, adds ambiguity in the name of empathy, creates uncertainty, and gives validation to accept something unacceptable.
But that's how you broaden your horizon, no?
By painting a pathetic situation with unnecessary strokes of perspectives?
So you will deal with this on your own?
Maybe yes this time,
as I don't want to reap the repercussions of the seeds they have sown...

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War...
If you win, you get a star,
If you lose, you become a star...
If you win, you rule the world,
If you lose, you own the sky...
So, fight if you must!!

But what if I am too tired to try
I am too scared to fight
To choose between the wrong and right
To go through immense darkness to find the light
No.
You are ready to fight.
The moment you didn't conform to my statement, you confirmed a war!

Not all battles are fought in the ground,
Not all explosives make a sound,
Internal wars are constant that no one knows about..
Sometimes, we turn deaf ears to our own shouts and get consumed by our self doubts...
So, basically we never stop fighting?
No.
Somedays we fight like we are brave,
And somedays, we are just a slave...
What if I die being a slave?
No, you won't.
We constantly fight till we can peacefully go to our graves.
We all are fighters, and a fighter is never a slave.

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Okay, I didn't ask you,
To hold me when I tremble,
To save me when I stumble,
To tackle me when I grumble
To understand me when I mumble
Or to keep me intact when I crumble
Look, how high I kept you in my mind
Look, how desperately I wanted you to be mine..
How easily I lost my shine,
To fit everything in line..
Until the day, I was exposed to plethora of lies,
That very day,
Lover in me cried,
Fighter in me died,
And the woman in me
lost her pride...

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Someone asked her,
What is that one space you will always avoid?
A V-O-I-D....she sighed!!

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Isn't it true that,
We resort to high tides in our low times..
We prefer silence when in chaos and still find peace in the noise of the sea,
Away from the city, we seek shelter under the tree..
Tired of honking cars,
We all crave to sit under the clear sky, under the sparkling stars..

Isn't it true that,
Sometimes we find solace in loneliness yet so perturbed by this thought that we hope, we do not become so fond of our own-self, the true-self, the raw-self..that someday, it becomes easy to let off the hand which was meant to be held,
That we go so silent, leaving everything unsaid!!!

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Deep conversations can heal the deepest wounds...— % &

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And..
When we were sitting by the sea,
I kept looking at you while having sip of my tea...
You were busy finding solace, a company to rejoice,
That's when I realised,
Even though I was sure of you,
You weren't sure of me!— % &

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Started with an eye contact,
He ended it with no contact.
My love is still I-N-T-A-C-T.— % &

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मैं एक पंक्ति हूँ तुम्हारी बातों की,
तुम पूरी कहानी हो मेरी किताबों की,
मैं राहगीर हूँ तुम्हारे सफर का ,
तुम मेरी राह भी
और सफर भी।
मैं केवल एक किस्सा हूँ तुम्हारे जीवन का,
तुम हिस्सा हो
मेरे हर दिन का।— % &

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क्या हम दोबारा मिलें ?
पहली बार जैसे, शुरू से शुरुआत करें?
जहाँ पहली बार मिले थे, वहीं दोबारा चलें?
बीती बातें भूल कर,
क्या एक दुसरे की ऒर आगे बढ़ें?
कमज़ोर पड़ गयी थी जो शाखा,
क्या उसकी बुनियाद दुबारा रखें?
जो अधूरी रह गयी थी प्रेम गाथा,
उसे इस बार, पूरी करें?
रिवायत और रिवाज़ों से बढ़कर,
इस बार, हम एक दुसरे को रखें?
क्या हम दोबारा मिलें?
पहली बार जैसे, शुरू से शुरुआत करें?

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