“I expressed because you gave me enough freedom be myself around you, and thus, you deserve the same. You deserve to be heard too and not be counseled to at your attempt.”

I feel I am stuck in memories of ours there is no past or the future but a series of moments halted without a given command. And time has stopped making sense.

It’s not the pain that bothers. But the fear of being in the same pain forever.

Words come and flow with me instantaneously. Perhaps, those were abandoned too by someone.

Lips getting dried, heart pumping faster, sweat seeping through the pores, cheeks turning red. Dear summer, stop acting like my lover.

You don’t miss me the way I’m supposed to be.

Art is what keeps humans, human.

The more I wanted to scream my pain out, the better listener I became. Thinking how badly others would have wanted it too.

If you’re with me, I’Il get used to it. If you’ll leave me I’ll get used to it. Choose wisely!

You could have my soul and the body. Fool that you were; tried force on flesh instead. And lost the one who would have wrapped you up in her prayers.

A broken heart is usually mended in isolation.

Mash up tells me how difficult it is to stay loyal to one song.

Fluttered open the wings and flew off from my clenched hands; those butterflies always found a way to slip by just like time.

You know what love is? When even the wait is fun.

How do you feel now after making futile promises?

Its painful to see when your own people doesn’t support your artistic calibre. The very quality strangers call you extraordinary for.

My anxious self always melted in your arms, then. Now your grin from another screen telling me “its going to be okay” works just the same.