Kaash aise hi.. phir kaise bhi, hum milein har janam…
Kaash yahan bhi ho wahi subah, baarishein humein pukārein har dum…
Har subah dil wahi,
Har dua mein māngū sirf yahi…
Kaash yun hi aur waise bhi, koi aur hai kya in raahon mein…
Kaash yahan bhi ho woh tera hi saath, meri aankhein dekhein tujhe har pal…
Haan wahi naraaz sa,
Rutha hoon, manaao bhi zara sa…
Ajnabi… thhe ajnabi… hain ajnabi…
Aaj dil de, main lautaunga phir kabhi…
Yes, I do…
Yes, I hate people—
but still wait for someone to understand me.
Yes, I like talking to new people—
but I’m afraid when it actually happens.
Yes, I want to go out with friends—
but I don’t really have them.
Yes, I get jealous—
of people in love…
of people who found something real.
Yes, I get jealous of my friends—
and yes, I still help them
like nothing’s wrong.
Yes, I want love—
I really do.
Yes, I don’t know how to find it.
Yes, I tried—
harder than I admit.
Yes, I still couldn’t talk to her.
Yes, I cry watching love stories—
like they were meant for me.
Yes, I want that life—
even if I don’t understand it.
Yes, I imagine her—
even when I don’t know who she is.
Yes, I love her—
in a way that doesn’t make sense.
Yes, I want to give her everything—
without even knowing her name.
Yes, I talk too much sometimes—
and then wish I stayed quiet.
Yes, I smile—
like everything’s fine.
Yes, I’m okay—
just not completely.
Yes, I feel alone—
more than I say.
Yes, I judge people—
and yes, I know they judge me too.
Yes, I’m aware—
of every flaw I carry.
Yes, she doesn’t know me.
Yes, I still build a life with her in my head.
Yes, I don’t want to wake up—
because she’s there in my dreams.
Yes, I get scared—
of how real it feels.
Yes, I love—
even like this.
Yes…
I do.
Grief, after all, is not just sadness
it’s love, lingering.
It’s the echo of laughter that still lives in quiet rooms,
the memory of warmth that refuses to fade with time.
It’s the way your heart still reaches for them
in moments they once filled so effortlessly.
So don’t rush it...
Don’t try to silence what was never meant to be erased.
Let grief soften you, not harden you.
Let it open you, not close you.
Because in its quiet ache, it carries proof
that you were brave enough to love,
and that kind of love never truly leaves.
It simply changes form,
becoming a quiet strength inside you,
a gentle presence you carry forward.
And one day, you’ll realize
the space it carved in you
is not empty.
It’s filled with everything they ever meant to you💙.
You and I had once intertwined names,
My heart screams only yours.
If I had to pacify,
My blood is red, and white is yours.
Would you care if....
I am asking for just a gaze
Can you hear me?
Or am i lost
Empty roads and shining rain,
I was there, alone again.
No place left to find my love,
You stayed where my heart was enough.
No more heart—
I always knew.
So I let go
Of loving you.
I'm not in a cage, I don't want to be,
I'm not in the words you cared about.
I liked you once in this way,
I was happy and will stay happy.
Was this your wish?
Thank you.
And a love with…
Broken phrase
Do you know me? I was there,
In a red shirt and blue coat.
You had smiled, didn't you,
Seeing me doing stupid things.
Was it a smile,
Or am I fool
You forgot your pen,
Just take it back.
Isn't it yours?
Comfort? I don't want any more,
If you were here, I could hug you.
There is an empty wall, no light,
In silent night, no hope.
I crave comfort,
I was lying,
But don't…
Have you
I can't feel what I was supposed to,
I can't make it start.
Why do I even consider it,
I deserve nothing.
My only scream—
Don't hear it,
it will destroy me
I'm afraid
I want to talk about the recent controversy around a statement by the US president Donald Trump where he used the word hellhole for countries like India and China and how it spread widely across social media
First it is important to understand Donald Trump himself He is an elected leader who represents a large section of American voters but not the entire country The United States is deeply divided and many Americans including officials and citizens have openly disagreed with such statements in the past His style of communication is often blunt provocative and designed to appeal to a specific audience rather than reflect a balanced national position
One major issue in the United States for a long time has been immigration However the situation is more complex than it appears People are not simply divided between supporting or opposing immigrants There is a clear distinction in public opinion between illegal immigration and legal high skilled immigration Many Americans support skilled immigrants who contribute to industries like technology healthcare and research but at the same time there is growing concern about economic competition cultural identity and fairness
Some people argue that immigrants especially from countries like India reach top positions in American companies and question their loyalty or contribution This argument is not entirely logical because migration has always been about moving to places with better opportunities The United States itself became strong due to global talent and contributions from people around the world
When I read comments online I could understand the emotional side of this debate Even though racist or abusive language is not acceptable the underlying frustration comes from a sense of imbalance and insecurity This is something I can personally relate to as someone from Bihar In India people from Bihar often move to other states for better opportunities and face similar criticism They are asked why they do not improve their own state instead of moving elsewhere This creates a similar pattern of resentment and identity conflict
However this comparison also has limits Migration within a country and migration across countries are structurally different Within India people share citizenship and rights while international migration involves legal systems borders and geopolitical factors
Coming to the response from India many people feel that the lack of a strong reaction was disappointing but from a geopolitical perspective it can be seen as a strategic decision Not every statement especially informal or provocative ones requires a direct response India and the United States share long term strategic interests especially in balancing the rise of China Maintaining this relationship is more important than reacting to temporary political statements
The argument that if people are talented they should stay and improve their own country is emotionally appealing but practically flawed Global movement of talent is a natural process It often benefits both the country people move to and the country they come from through knowledge transfer economic links and global networks
Finally there is a concern that the United States is becoming more restrictive and less open to immigrants If this trend continues it could affect its long term growth and innovation However history shows that the US often goes through cycles of openness and restriction and policies change over time
In conclusion this issue is not simple It involves politics economics identity and human behavior While strong emotions are understandable it is important to separate facts from assumptions and look at the situation with a balanced and analytical perspective
Hey there, I have wanted to share something about my social feed for a long time.
My social feed is pretty normal nothing special. Most of the content is about trends, but a major part of it is also about negative things that I dont even like to see. Im talking about posts and videos about or against religion, political parties, countries, influencers, and sometimes just edgy, ragebait content. Whenever I feel like it has crossed a line and I cant handle it anymore I just reduce my usage of the platform.
But today, I wanted to talk about one of those negative topics specifically "Indian Civic Sense." Maybe I will make posts about the other topics later
Regarding civic sense, many influencers openly criticize Indian civic sense based on let's be honest a lot of intentionally flooded bad content designed to target Indians. Criticism is good and necessary, but there's a problem when a person from another country is openly performing racism against your own people, and you agree with them and start hating yourself as an Indian, or hating the people around you, that's not progress.
These influencers are hard on us but have a soft heart for foreigners, acting as if those places are the cleanest and most perfect in the world.
Let me share my own personal points and stories.
Since childhood, we have been taught not to litter on the road and to dump garbage in the correct dustbin. But honestly? Where I live, there is no dustbin. I have always wondered where the dustbins from the textbooks are because I rarely see them nearby. I feel bad about it. I try to find a good place to throw garbage, but the infrastructure simply isnt there. This is clearly an infrastructure issue.
Here’s another story where I did something that lacked "civic sense." On my first day at the gym, I was so nervous. I didnt know how things worked. A trainer came up put a hand on my shoulder and guided me inside. I was so anxious that I entered with my footwear on even though everyone else's were left at the door. After a few moments, someone noticed and asked me to take them outside. It was so embarrassing. But think about that from a third person perspective: What if someone was recording? Would they know my point of view? Probably not
Coming back to social feeds.
I once watched a video where a newly constructed bridge had just been finished and local kids were stealing the screws from it. Why did they do this? If I were there, I would never do that. But why did those local kids do it? They likely werent educated enough and came from a village background. I dont knownshould we just blame "civic sense," or should we provide them with proper education and resources first?
Criticism of civic sense is correct. But what you see on the internet is not always the whole reality. We need to understand why things are happening.
Littering in public places is obviously not as common in some other countries as it is here, but it does happen here. I am confident it will be fixed soon with enough education programs. In our education system, there has always been a focus on academic performance rather than on living standards, life skills, or the environment. Just for example, it's the digital age, right? How many schools in India teach the basics of cybersecurity? As a result, many Indian teens are becoming victims of doxxing, hacks, and scams.
The point of this post is to know the reality. Improve yourself first. Avoid the false reality of the internet. Civic sense is your responsibility, but its also a reflection of the system. Hating and blaming people shows a mindset that is ultimately not productive in this case.
Whats stopping us
galaxies painted with your story of light,
how you broke shattered into stardust,
how you helped me through the night.
i’ll call you mine, watch me when i do,
for even 3 seconds were enough,
to fall in love with you.
and darling,
i know it seems too far from the truth,
but trust me when i say,
i swear i told the stars about you.
Some wounds stay quiet for years, yet return at night, like unfinished sentences.
The past does not always ask to be remembered..
sometimes it arrives as guilt,
sits beside silence, and turns every peaceful moment into something fragile.
Even love begins to feel temporary, when the mind has already rehearsed every possible goodbye.
The present is the only thing that’s truly real.
Everything written every word, every line is a story, a myth, a memory trying to breathe again.
You can’t smell the air in a sentence. You can’t feel the warmth of a moment just by reading it.
And yet, if your words can make someone feel something real
If they can taste the silence, or hear the wind between your lines
Then you are an artist.
And that’s something to be grateful for, not afraid of.
But of course, no one tells you that at the beginning.
If we knew everything from the start,
We might never have picked up the pen at all.
Still, what you write. however small, however unsure
Might be the first flicker of light in someone’s darkness.
Even if, for now, they’re not ready to step out of the arms they’re in.
i told my friend
i stopped writing about you,
and it’s true, i know.
but darling, i sometimes want to try
of writing again to prove that the way i felt for you was strong enough to stay,
like the love i had for you was
strong enough to make you mine.
— writing of you a few more times before i learn to forget how
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It might be a debatable topic, but for me it was just what I saw, noticed w the every ounce of sympathy and empathy I could feel for those who faced it❤️🩹
It might be a debatable topic, but for me it was just what I saw, noticed w the every ounce of sympathy and empathy I could feel for those who faced it❤️🩹
[ written in an imaged state of mind ]
I smother daffodils between my fingertips,
Forever ignoring the scalding sunrays,
As they lap softly on my burnt skin
(Watch them tremble at the things I’ve been)
And soon, when dusk paints the sky,
I reach out for another page, another quill,
Another time, I sit by the windowsill
(Watch the day flicker when I write of sin)
Darling, people around me must find it funny,
Oh, how I live like a devil and claim that I’m a fairy.
(I held you like the darkness; at least I held me softly)
Your hair is woven through
The breaths in the air,
Darling, it’s beautiful,
But something’s just not there.
Watch the sky crumble
When it sees the way you smile.
Watch this soul be revived again,
Oh, you make it feel alive.
Awake since early evening, heavy thoughts,
My finger traces stars against the sky it never stops.
Nothing to do, so I write this down,
A paragraph that stretches to a mantra’s sound.
Unfinished, because someone has to see it,
My finger on the glass,hoping he might reach it.
I stare through windows,imagine his eyes speaking…
A name is screaming in my stare,if you could hear it.
They call me upset, quiet, not saying,
This heart is full I keep it from exploding.
Just thinking,if he heard me… it’s concerning.
So tired.But feel my heart it’s still not sleeping.
He stole my heart, but someone else stole his,
Bound by a chain, her gifted, heavy bliss.
This is my prison a blight he handed down.
Does anyone hear how my eyes scream without a sound?
Hold me. Just hold me. Let this heartbeat slow.
Please,make me sleep. I just need to let go.
darling,
we’re mature teenagers,
let’s be honest with each other.
i’ll tell you if you got
something in your eye,
and you tell me if there’s still
a chance you’ll be mine.
deal?
Sometimes I think about how the thoughts I carry today
sit in the corners of my mind
like shadows that never learned how to leave.
They grow quietly, shaping a version of me
I am not sure I am ready to become.
Even the smallest feeling turns heavy,
as if every breath I take
pulls up memories I tried to bury.
I let these thoughts settle
because I no longer know how to make them leave.
They breathe with me,
slow and exhausted.
Each day feels like another page filled
with pieces of me
that slipped through cracks I could not mend.
Maybe they are markers,
maybe they are warnings,
maybe they are only the remnants of moments
that felt louder than they should have been.
Sometimes I imagine looking back at all of this,
wondering if I ever learned how to feel lighter,
wondering if the quiet ache in my chest
ever softened enough to let me rest for a while.
I do not know who I will become tomorrow,
but tonight I sit with the sparks I once called hope,
holding them gently,
even as they flicker
and dim
in the silent rooms of my heart.
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Khush the kal, aaj ghaayal hain
Jala di duniya ishq mein, koi nahi sambhale
Kaash hum bhi aashiq hote saath mein
Kehte "Nahi zarurat hai humein is duniya ki"
Sapne the, dil dhoondta tha koi apna
Jo poonchhe aansoon, saath ho jaise saya
Ab jeete hain khayalon mein akele
Khamoshi mein dil ke kisi kone mein
Dil de diya bina naam ke
Ab kalank laga, bulate hain isi ilzaam se
Duniya nahi jalti ab bina dil ke
Chingari ishq ki jo bujhti nahi aasaan se
Kisi ne chura liya dil unka
Gaane aur alfaaz hain ishq ke raaste
Sirf aashiq jaante hain yeh sholein
Sard dilon se nahi jalta yeh khel koi
Aaj jala raha hoon khat tumhare
Khaab buna raha ehsaason ke sahare
Behta hai aansoon is beqarar dil ka
Duniya padhti hai pyar ko gaano aur gham ke sahare
Tere ankhein jo kahe, wo main likh na paun,
Dil mein chhupakar sirf ishq karu.
Baatein gayi beete saveron mein,
Yaadein gayi shad pannon mein.
Kuch mere ankho mein bhi chhupa,
Use rok na paun.
Kuch hai tere dil me bhi chupa,
Use jaan na paun.
Maybe it’s day, or maybe it’s night,
Looking for a way to find words to write.
I’m in a cage that was made by me,
I call it comfort‘cause it’s not mine to keep.
There’s always a gap in all of my thoughts,
Something is missing, I seek out the clouds.
I am alone, but hold ocean and sky
Always enough to fill the gaps on the white.
Whenever we read a broken heart’s words,
Don’t we feel new to this whole world?
They don’t seek a word,they live in a lonely heart.
When we don’t feel the pain, they throw an empty art.
It felt like it held my hand, told me stories like a friend,
Talked of love lost, a world of dreams,
‘hold me, I don’t want this to end.’
Flowers on my lap, skies above my head,
I was ready to offer my heart to your empty hand.
You promised me you would never stop,
I’m a guest in your world, and it’s addictive.
Your letters seeking love,
my home is where you should drop, I begged you,
"Don’t unfold my held hand, Do poets not care for their words after they heal? You can’t just be… gone."
Then you healed, and the writing ceased.
I realized it was just a lie, a short-term release.
A beautiful lie for a temporary peace.
Now my world is empty,I gave it all away
Left broken by your words,just like you, yesterday.
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I've changed just like I promised. Maybe even more than I expected.
I don’t think I could ever love again.
Your eyes... they scare me now.
I can’t go back to those thoughts, those feelings.
I’ve moved on even from who I used to be.
I’m not that guy anymore.
That foolish kid? He’s gone.
Kaha gum ho zara ye suno na
Kabhi me gaun kabhi tum bhi sunao na
Yaha barishein hai wo pal nahi hai
Bite wo kal jab ham ham nahi the
Zara dekho na ab log hai kehte
Na hasta main ab na rota main
Dekho na wo kaha hai din aur raatein
Jaha na ham nahi the na gum the
Jo rote wo gaate wo ham kaha the
Bolo na zara kaise ye mausam guzarein?
Dekho na wo nahi hai ham
Kabhi Ishq me naye the ham
Dekho na bhing rhe hai wo
Shayad aasu nahi ruk rhe ab
(Koi pucho na kyu ruthe hai ham?)
Kaha ho gum zara ye suno na
Kabhi me gaun kabhi tum bhi sunao na
Yaha barishein hai wo pal nahi hai
Bite wo kal jab ham ham nahi the
Dekho na wo kaha hai din aur raatein
Jaha na ham nahi the na gum the
Jo rote wo gaate wo ham kaha the
Bolo na zara kaise ye mausam guzarein?
Dekho na wo nahi hai ham
Kabhi ishq me naye the ham
Dekho na bhing rhe hai wo
Shayad aasu nahi ruk rhe ab
(Koi pucho na kyu ruthe hai ham?)
Wo jeene sath marne ki kashme..
Wo jeene sath marne ki kashme..
Kaha gum ho zara ye suno na
Kabhi me gaun kabhi tum bhi sunao na
Kya hai dil me mujhe bhi batao na
Kya tere ishq me dooba
Muzrim hun main?..
Main shayar nahi, par aaj kuch likh raha hoon.
Woh ehsaas jo kabhi nahi hua, un dinon ko gin raha hoon.
Aaj sirf yaadon mein aa rahi hai, tab se likh raha hoon.
Kyun baat nahi karte, aaj mujhse itni door kyun ho?
i used to tell everyone that my poetry was derived
from every book (that i never read),
every movie (that i fell asleep watching),
every love story i came across (especially the almost ones).
darling,
i so want to go back
and tell them
all about you.
you.
you.
you.
These fingertips were painted with all your warmth,
It stayed like home and kept me like dew.
If you give me a chance, I swear I’ll tell you
(Darling, I used to write for the world but now I just write for you.)
“I know of too many worlds and every one has you in it,
But dear, matters of the heart were never one for us.
My warmth may freeze and your house may crease and mark
(But is this really love or why I’ll leave you in the dark?)”
Dhoop ka saya padta in parindo pad
Tabhi gaane gun gunate hai
Savera dekha kisne
Ham sirf sitare ginte hai
Khudse khudko chura liya hai aise
Zindagi na milegi firse
Dil bhara nahi dildar se
Phul hai baraste aasmano se jaise
— Rachit
“Ye kuch bolke bhi kuch keh nahi paata,
Dil hai jo kuch kehna chahta hai.
Aapke baahon ki aas hai,
Par waqt sirf mana karta hai.”
— Rachit
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When my heartbeat starts to race,
It echoes loud your name in space.
This life I live—it skips a breath,
Like love defying time and death.
Darlin’,
just for you,
I swear it’s true—
I love you too.
My heart was carved from aphrodite's sins,
And the glass pieces discarded
In the landfills of human regret.
I didn't think you could destroy it more, but here we are
Darling, if I had to love once more,
Never,
Never,
Never again
Shall it be as ~~desperate~~ beautiful as this.
Hey everyone... I just wanted to share something personal about the poem I published yesterday.. Phony | Beauty in the Mask.
So if you look at the cover there is this tiny "00:00" at the bottom which I put there because it represents both the beginning and the end of something like when you hit record and when you stop you know? And in the center, there is this cassette tape with flowers on it which is kind of my way of showing the beautiful world that poets create. The whole cover is basically meant to be a recording of someone's poem but here's the thing the poet stopped writing new stuff when he healed so all we have left are these old recordings.
There's this line in the fifth stanza that really gets to the heart of everything. "Do poets not care for their words after they heal?" That question is basically what the whole poem is about. it's about a reader and a poet who just... stopped writing. In the second stanza, I wrote "I call it comfort cause its not mine to keep" and that's about how the poet's words are addictive and comforting, but they are borrowed. Like, you can't expect someone to stay broken just for your comfort right?
Since the cover is a tape recorder I wanted each stanza to feel like different episodes or tracks. You can actually feel how it smoothly shifts from "I" to "Broken" to "They" to "You" its like listening to different parts of the same story unfold.
The title "Phony" means false or not real and it refers to how the broken person's words arent really meant for us they are just him trying to comfort himself with intimacy and metaphors. It gives comfort to readers but only for a short time and what happens when you become addicted to this and he just stops writing? At the end "Now my world is empty, I gave it all away" shows this journey from when the speaker was confused about what to write using sky and ocean as metaphors but still unable to write like someone truly broken. Then he gives all his love to this broken person's empty world through their empty art, and now he is broken too.
"Beauty in the Mask" that subtitle is about how all these sad poems are really for the readers not the authors. Empty art is everything but with nothing inside. Its a world of beauty, beauty of words but there's no one else there anymore.
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