I am at a phase in life when a gazillion people I know are getting married, moving countries, committing to their passion and whatnot.
And here I am sitting with scattered pieces of puzzles all over the place. And I am picking them, catching my breath and sometimes I am losing those pieces like they weren't key to finishing this puzzle and again muffling my face on the pillow and screaming for that loss, later in the night. I know I have a lot on my plate and I can't survive this meal if I ordered what others are having. And why am I talking in metaphors ? Because being direct isn't what world can take from me right now and i don't want it to end so soon because i want to try every f***** cuisine of this very f***** planet ( maybe Elon and I have a date night on mars to try some cuisine there too, who knows) .
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अच्छा तो मैं क्या कह रहा था
रहने देते हैं ना
जो चल रहा है
चलने देते हैं ना
वो आकाश अनंत है
क्षितिज तक चलते हैं ना
क्षितिज छलावा है
सब चीखते फिरते हैं
किसी ने जाके देखा है क्या
क्या पता तुम सिर्फ दो कदम पहले
वापस मुड़ जाते होंगे
यूँ ही कह देते हो कुछ भी
कहने देते हैं ना
अच्छा मैं क्या कह रहा था
रहने देते हैं ना...-
I feel like I don't fit in
With the crowd I face each day
They call me in but never mean it
So I guess I will just stay.
Stay inside my world
wrapped securely in bubble wrap
So no one, NO ONE can hurt me
Or berate me for feeling the way I do.
Antisocial, I've been called a few times
Introvert, I guess I've well crossed that line
Reserved, well that's just an understatement
Scared, that's my unfortunate predicament.
Scared I may not be good enough
Scared I may just be welcomed out of pity
Scared I may be over thinking the whole thing
Scared I may be thinking just the right amount.
Drowning in my thoughts, I made my mind
Leaving the groups and friends behind
I see their pictures, parties and hangouts
They leave me burning in my doubts.
Was I right to shut people out?
Did I misjudge what their smiles were about?
I overcomplicate everything I join in
Maybe that's exactly why I don't fit in.-
What is the flavour of love?
Every time she tasted, it was bitter but still she chases the bitterness...— % &-
A beautiful heart was once broken to pieces.
Then fixed them with something,
but the corners still bleed ...— % &-
Whatever that's breaking you...
Break it apart.
I say, damn! sweat it out.
Let it not dare break you once again.
Oh, how's that said in poetic language?
Aah! Never let the same flame burn you twice.
Just a thought you know!-
Having slept in the bed of disappointment
A dreadful dream is all I can see
I wished if someone could wake me up
Or a simple ask for- 'am I doing well?'
For few that kept a check
Only not for the story of mine
With a needy curiosity
Or just to avoid me
To not include their name as if
Helping me was like committing a crime.
So, it's true, we people are so mean
To pretend care, but are deeply scare
Of what if we get tag along if she dies
But few are priceless-
The mercy of the almighty
That I will always praise
Thank you for sending those beloved I say
The blessing forever alive to my grave.
— % &-
People are like poems.
We like to read some for many times.
Some are mysteries and some are easy.
Some are interesting or are tiresome.— % &-