blank paper.

Midnight, dark light and great height,
Me, my insecurities and my heart.
Blank paper is all I got to share my feeling,
It is the only thing which was a place of solace.

Moonlight was beautiful that day,
it felt like it was pulling apart my sorrows.
all the past memories,
good or bad some happy and some sad.

blank paper. beautiful nature and depressed creature.
three unmatched combos had a conversation that night.
then what, depressed creature got motivation from beautiful nature
and blank paper knows the rest, the pain that is relieved from someone’s chest.


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comfort zone.

That little zone is mine, purely mine,
Don’t take it from me.
That little zone is my escape from this world,
Don’t stop me from going there.

That little zone asks me no question,
It doesn’t criticize me for what I am.
That little zone treats me the way I want,
It doesn’t kill my vibe like humans do.

That little zone holds the door to the different world,
Which is peaceful, silent and better.
That little zone holds my secrets and insecurities,
Which I know is safe because my comfort zone is within myself!


Stuck in a loop that I’ve created
Wounded mind and bleeding heart
Blood sucked up and hopes are dead
Lying on dead dreams that seems like death bed.

Hope is the healer to heal it a bit by bit,
Keep on back to the source that hit me.
Running back and forth seems like getting stuck
Crying alone because ain’t got no value of tears.

Hoping hurts and still, I hope,
It keeps me alive, yes it keeps me alive
It elevate me from these monstrous sorrows
One day these sorrow will die and then there will be no need to cry!


Will You?

When my words don’t fit in the sentence
Will you be there to fit it in?
When the society doesn’t accept me as normal
Will you be there to tell me I’m alright?

When everyone will start losing faith in me
Will you be there to show the faith in me?
When I finish conquering my anxiety,
Will you be there to celebrate my victory?

When I’ll be lying on deathbed in my old age
Will you be there to share our memories?
Will you remember how we cried in joys,
Will you?


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empty paper.

Empty page of the table asked me,
“Wanna talk?” I didn’t respond.
Wind blew it away and it reached in my hand,
Then what my tears became fuel to my ink and mind became the machine.

He was gentle and kind unlike most of the people,
He was the guide in the lost land for guys like me.
Although it was blank, it asked me few questions!
That day, I was the narrator and he was the book.

We had a strong conversation until page came to an end,
This little conversation sooth my mind a bit that day
Then we became good friends, I sought shelter in it
He also loved the touch of ink and I loved his silence.


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I hope.

I hope you hear my screams every time my mouth shuts,
I hope you stop my tears before it comes out,
I hope you give me warmth before my mind numbs,
I hope you color out my canvas that is black and white.

I hope you can cut down my pain in the time of vain,
I hope you pick me up and say it “You’re the best!”
I hope you kiss me and suck out my all pain,
I hope you find my weirdness unique.

I hope you had a good day every day,
I hope you feel my legs shaking and hug me like nothing happened,
I hope you to be with me when I’m lost,
I hope you exist. I hope!



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Love or Lust?

Being in love doesn’t mean to date that over popular chick of the town neither it does mean dating that fitness freak stud of the city that freak out the girls of the society.

Although I don’t know much about love and relationship stuff I feel it is something which soothes your ears when you hear your lover’s voice, I also do feel it is something you wanna see first when you wake up (except parents, they are essentials). I feel it is something you seek to talk about whenever you feel down.


I do feel it is like solid in your hearts that melts through eyes and when you talk it out it the vapors of cuddles gets you high, so high that you and your lover get transferred to another world, which is far sorted than this one.

It is feeling that you can’t steal from somebody. It’s not about finding the perfect person, it is about finding the right person.
For me, love is an imaginary emotion that makes one feel alive when their hopes of living are dying. It is that touch that rejuvenates the aching soul. Body love is just a Lust!

Never experienced what it likes to be in love. not that I don’t want to, but I feel you can’t fake love.
I feel it is something which is true and happens only a few times during one’s life, you can’t force someone to be with you.

Hoping that you end up with your love once you found them. xo 🙂


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Exploited Emotions.

No record of how many times my emotions got harassed,
Mind stressed, body pressed and I feel depressed.
Standing with a beating heart that forgot to beat normal,
Informal encounters with closed one seems like formal.

My mother told me at an early age,
People will come and go and memory will fade.
The world will show you it’s true colors when your eyes was hurt,
So stand out and be the best, put on your favorite shirt.

Carrying a corpse for self because ain’t no one got your back,
The ones you used to roam with are now ready to cut your neck.
Moving with dead men inside that was once alive,
The boy learned things at his early age, he learned how to survive.



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Scars are Broken Stars.

Scars are broken stars that had a tragic start,
Falling indefinitely, tearing apart and apart.
Turning into pieces by tearing down peace,
High pressure on the head, thoughts gonna cease.

Wounded scars seeks healing touch,
Come and give it your curing first aid.
Just some care and affection, not lousy attraction,
Cut down by mean words, fake compliments feels like detraction.

You can heal or you can hurt,
These scars no more get hid in my ripped shirt.
No more blood is left to bleed, got barely pulses to survive,
Just need an ocean of love to dive in order to sort up my life.



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It’s been a long time that I have written a blog! My recent posts were mostly Poetry.

So here it goes:
Lately, I used to feel about the thoughts like “how lonely I am?” , “Is I am really weird?”.
I hardly share my feelings with people because I do not develop trust easily
on people because “Man, people are complicated!”. They are like that first the come close to you and force you to tell your things to them and the other moment they left you like they were never there in your life.


It feels good when someone shows interests in your life, it feels like they really care about you.
Trust me, it feels so good. It really does.


It’s quite easy to develop feelings for people over time but what hurts the most is seeing those people getting attached to someone else other than you, when you placed them at your topmost priority.
It feels like you are being left behind and you don’t belong anywhere in their lives.

Anxiety is not imaginary. Neither depression is. I am not depressed but I get anxious at times.
Some people whom you wanna get closed to and you are determined to live your life with are precious when they treat you like strangers it didn’t feel strange. It feels like a betrayal.


Just feelings that were finding their ways to come out. love y’all. xo


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