Unke ittefaq ke bhool

 Unke ittefaq ke bhool tumhare imtehaan kyu bane.

Jo dil mein na rakh paaye wo tumhare aansu din raat kyu bane.

Jeena toh tumhe hai, wo saath de na de,

Unke khamiyane tumhamare jazbaat kyu bane.

Jo tumhe thukrane se hi na katraye usne dillagi hi kyu,

Jo saath hi na nibha paaye uske liye bebaak kyu bane.

Humraaz wo bante hai jinhe tumhari khariyat ho, 

Jo lamho ka aitbaar hi na kare, wo intezaar kyu bane. 

Khwaabon ki tabeer maane chale ya haqeeqat,

Jo roohdaar na ban sake wo dildaar kyu bane.

Unke ittefaq ke bhool, har dafa tumhare imtehaan kyu bane.

Dard nasoor ban chuke hai, ab aansu wo din raat kyu bane.

Walk with me a little more

 Walk with me a little more.

Without knowing would it be far.

With no destination to reach.

With nobody to tell us who we are.

Walk with me a little more.

Without asking how many steps do we have left.

Would it stay like this forever,

or would our roads be wide apart.

Walk with me a little more.

As if it’s our last day on earth & there’s nothing else to live for.

Soaking the place, time & moment in,

Leaving behind our trail as the waves leave on the shore.

Walk with me a little more.

Jumping through the windows,

Running through every door.

Exploring each corner as we keep walking some more.

I’d rather

 I’d rather be happy than be sorry for being happy.

I’d rather be seen than being hidden in plain sight.

I’d rather have carefree moments than being careful all the time.

I’d rather live in the moment than being told what to have on back of my mind.

I’d rather not think at all than think twice about doing what brings me joy.

I’d rather not be afraid of being myself than being told to behave “fine”.

I’d rather live in the moment than in regrets.

I’d rather apologize than hold my ego about things said.

I’d rather have people as a whole than in pieces & bits.

I’d rather the truth drown me than being stuck in a messy web.

I’d rather count my smiles than shed any tears.

I’d rather give it a try & fail than give into my fears.

I’d rather enjoy what I can today than worry about tomorrow.

I’d rather see where it goes than just accept sorrow.

I’d rather feel all these range of emotions than not having to feel anything at all.

I’d rather be human & do it all over again than not do it at all.

A birthday poem written for me

 A friend so dear, a blessing divine,

So kind and true, always on my mind.

With a heart of gold and a smile so bright,

You bring joy to all, making everything alright.

On this special day, let's celebrate your birth,

Wishing you happiness, laughter, and love on earth.

You go above and beyond, never one to rest,

Putting others first, always doing your best.

And when life gets tough, you don't give in,

Rising above it with a heart full of win.

You're always there with a listening ear,

Making sure that love and comfort are near.

So let's raise a glass and make a cheer,

To the friend who's always brought us cheer.

Happy birthday, may your day be grand,

And may your kindness always expand.

Zindagi ke kuch kisse

Zindagi ke kuch kisse mitane ka mann nhi karta.

Kahani aage jo bhi pehlu le, 

kuch yaadon se aage bad jaane ka mann nhi karta.

Panne hum palat lete hai, iss umeed mein ki waqt guzar jayega.

Par jo jazbaat peeche choot gaye, 

unse nazre churane ka mann nhi karta.

Aage toh hum chale aaye, 

bhool ke bhi ek baar peeche mud ke na dekha.

Par saamne jab beetein lamho ki parchayi aayi,

Usme na simat jaaye, ye bhi mann nhi karta.

Zindagi ke kuch kisse mitane ka mann nhi karta.

Kahani toh aage bad gayi.

Par yaadein? 

Unse yuhi baag jaane ka mann nhi karta

For all I know

For all I know, I'm fine.

Fighting somewhere in between the lines.

For all I know, I'm strong.

Maybe not that much or maybe I'm wrong.

For all I know, I will love.

Perhaps for the better, where feelings don't have to be shoved.

For all I know, some things will always hurt.

As I fall down, get up and dust away all the dirt.

For all I know, this too shall pass.

As it always does, until it lasts.

For all I know, I will know.

All secrets of summer & mysteries that lie under the snow.

For all I know, I will survive.

Through everything, and everyone, I will stand tall and thrive.

City Lights

 City lights makes me wonder, 

Of all the lives that live under.

Do they love the rain or are they scared of the thunder.

As the cloudy skies cover us with no stars to ponder.

The person who loves him

I’m not sure what hurts, the words or the emotions behind them.

Whenever he talks about the person who loves him.

Plastering a smile on my face I hold back my tears as they come,

Looking at his gleaming eyes as he goes on with his story about them.

I’m not sure what haunts me, the weight of my unsaid emotions or having to watch him fall for them.

Whenever he talks about the person who loves him.

Knowing I have to let go, I still try to hold onto him.

Trying to live my story in all those little moments with him.

I’m not sure what lasts, the pain of never being able to call him mine or knowing with each passing day I’m a day closer to losing him.

I recall it every second, every minute of every day, whenever he talks about the person who loves him.

Even with an aching heart, I hope it finds him.

The epic love story, the happy ending, the unconditional love he claims is yet to reach him. 

I’m not sure what survives, the memories, photos or vague uncaptured moments I have with him.

I hope I’m remembered, he’s remembered & we never escape each other’s lives, as he starts a new life, whenever he talks about the person who loves him.

I will find…

 I will find a way.

As the day breaks,

the lights go dimmer,

& the crowd fades.

I will find a will,

Yet again,

Because I have to,

as life still remains a chase.

I will find a hope.

Which isn’t so hopeless,

where I won’t keep tumbling down from an open shoelace.

I will find a moment.

At late dusk or early dawn,

a moment I can call mine

& will remain with me as I walk through many in my own pace.

I'll be there...Always & Forever

They say forever is a lie.

I disagree, for I have always hoped to find one.

I have tried, time & again.

But alas, promises fade & nothing truly ever stays.

Yet I didn't lose hope.

I’ve paced & chased & raced through time to change the times.

When I couldn’t find one, I tried being there as one.

Got hurt, ghosted, and felt like it was a waste of time.

But here we are where I find myself saying to you again, “I'll be there...Always and Forever.”

They say friendships are temporary.

I wonder how then some claim to be a family?

Well those claims do go false, those are the same bonds that hurt you like no one else does.

So much that you give up on the feeling itself.

Every attachment scares you, every past memory derails you.

But somehow like a miracle you find this person again, 

Who knows your demons, who knows you’re a mess, yet smile widely at you & say, “I’ll be there for you…Always and Forever.”

They say nothing remains a constant.

When has that ever stopped us from hoping everything will?

That we are different & it will be different for us. 

From building fantasies over romanticised theories of illusions.

Somewhere always knowing in the back of our heads, 

that reality might have a different story to tell.

We still find ourselves on this roller-coaster of emotions making promises, 

As we tell each other, “I’ll be there for you…Always and Forever”

They say what they have been told or they believe in.

We say what we want to believe in.

And time will say what it has to, which neither them or we know.

Rational or ideal, the idea still & will always remain vague.

I know we might not, but I hope the memories do stay.

Every time we met.

Every moment that led to it.

Every laugh, tears & smile.

Every hug where I didn’t let time go by.

I know we will not, but I hope it all remains etched in time.

Every instant where we looked at each other & our hearts have wished, 

“I’ll be there for you…Always and Forever.”

Thankful to me

Today, I’m thankful!

I'm thankful for all of it. 

The highs. 

The lows. 

The setbacks. 

The comebacks. 

Everything. 

Because there’s nothing more beautiful than when I prove to myself of just how strong I’m.

For that, I’m thankful to me.

And I always will be.

I crave space

I crave space. 

Always in search for a door to escape.

To breathe & recharge my batteries. 

For its exhausting the amount of energy people take,

and barely know how to give,

except for a rare few.

If not, I’ll always need a break.

To escape,

& find some space.

You are

You are the anchor to my ship of lost thoughts, sailing in the stormy sea.

You are my guide, the voice that guides me home when I get entangled within me.

You are the blue cryon, the one I keep losing & wishing for to color my sky blue with glee.

You are my dream, the recurring one. The one I know is my destiny.

You are the wind, who keeps tossing me off but also helps me stand up on my feet. 

You are my path, the one I'll follow no matter where it diverges, to slopes or steeps.

You are the ocean. The one I keep staring at, to find some sense of peace.

You're my lifeline and without you, I know I won't be me.

A woman, in all aspect

That's just how I look.

That's just who I'm.

Never too caught up in the glam.

Never will I ever give a damn.

For it's my choice on what I wanna be.

All raw or all dolled up neat.

For it's high time a world accepts.

A woman, in every aspect.

Healed

Broken, detached, delusional, I kept my lips sealed. 

In the fear of being hit again, I always kept up my sheild. 

But time didn't wait for me, it kept going cart-wheeled. 

Life went on, so did I and through the journey I healed.

A friend or a foe

I was already broken, 

You broke me a little more.

At times I wonder,

Were you a friend or a foe?

I gave it my all,

Expecting nothing in return.

Yet all I ever heard was,

I was being a selfish being.

I've tried to be a good friend,

I'll keep trying till the end.

Even if it means knocking at a door,

Where I no longer belong in.

But I won't let go, 

Real friends never do.

And maybe someday I'll try find one,

Who won't give up on me too.

No girl wants to be India's daughter

No girl wants to be India's daughter today.
Why should she? When for being born here, it is with her life that she repays.
A country where people wait for another rape to happen to raise their voices.
A country where a biriyani emoji plea gets more attention than a girl's scream to have own choices.
Where girls are told to hide from prying eyes because a girl's life is supposed to be "tough".
Where fingers get pointed only at her because she wasn't "covered up" enough.
A place where women raising to power is still looked down upon.
A place where "man of the house" is still the best title a woman can own.
Where eve-teasing and lewd comments are completely normalized.
Where during an event of harassment in public transport and places no one bats an eye.
A so-called home where women have to live in fear even with their houses.
A hypocritic land of gods where young girls are molested in temples, mosques, and churches.
A country, full of diverse culture but yet no respect for women in any of them.
A nation, where movies made on justice for women can earn crores but still, no real justice can be served to them.
Here the big news is made when people fight over beef and political parties.
But a known face involved in a "me too" case gets away easily because somehow we aren't really done with patriarchies.
Sadly it takes rape, molestation, sexual harassment, and gruesome deaths for people to take notice of the saddening situations of women.
There will be riots, candlelight marches, and social media outrage for a while.
Time will pass with promises made of justice and we will again end up caught in a web of lies.
Then another heinous crime will be awaited for this topic to be brought up.
Now is it so hard to see, why no girl wants to be India's daughter?

Perhaps

Perhaps some day, like a free bird on a beach I'll roam....
Perhaps some evening, all the blue tides will come crashing home...
Perhaps there will be a moment, a moment that just feels like bliss..
Perhaps some night, among the stars and sands, I'll find back the part of me that I so dearly miss.

Droplets

Sitting in the balcony I watch the droplets fall swiftly on the ground,
All the world around me falls low below its sound.
There's melody in it I guess if you choose to hear,
Get a little closer and listen, draw your ear near.
Sipping hot coffee beside me you stand and smile,
We just stay there staring at the droplets, frozen at the moment, at least that's how it seems for a while.
With the winds blowing loud I shiver with cold fear,

You be the sunshine as usual and bring the warmth with you as draw near.

The seasons change and we change with it,

Being together throughout them we keep our love alive for we know it's worth it.

We enjoy the rain as always in our comfy balcony hand in hand,

As the raindrops chime of a song of some season in a faraway land.

 (P.C: http://pascalcampion.blogspot.com/2019/04/drips.html)

I often

I often end up pushing people away,
I often hold some too tight that they slip out and don't wanna stay.

I often care too much and they take me for granted,
I often don't care at all and they leave me taunted.

I often think of the night dreams that leaves me with questions surreal,
I often dwell in day dreams that makes me wonder what's real.

I often think of people I love and crave for their company,
I often am with people I know and search for hiding spots if there happens to be any.

I often share my smiles and laughter with others around,
I often end up crying alone with never anyone there to bother to listen to my sound.

I often be selfless and end up being a victim of judgement.
I often be selfish and the same happens again as to my amusement.

I often carry dreams, hopes and wishes in my mind,
I often bear a pain in my heart or atleast one of its kind.

I often think too much and end up feeling confused,
I often don't think at all and still be bemused.

I often feel like writing but what to write I wonder,
I often end up writing yet will anyone read this? the question ponders.

I often do a lot of things that I really wanna do,
I often do nothing at all but end up doing what I never wanted to.

I often am what I'm,
I often am not,
I often love myself for that,
And I often not.