a little romance with life

Jab bhi koi tumhara haal poochta hai Jo tumhe kabhi mila tha, chhua tha Jisko tumse bhi pyaar hua tha Toh aankhon ki tankiyon ke nal khud hee khul jaate hai Aur doobne lagti hoon main Kya kabhi koi samjhega Tumhe khone ka dard kitna gehra hai

the worst of man and child once upon a time in a forest on Mars a bear rampaged the land, the trees, and the cars every monkey, donkey, bee, or bird that went close to him, was sure to get hurt his claws were sharp, the bear was strong nothing got him peace, neither food nor song once upon a time in the same forest on Mars the bear fell asleep under the stars (it was day so they weren't visible!) the ants trickled over, hundreds, and more climbed his legs, tummy, entered his nose they were curious to search, wanted to see what was it that made the bear so angry till a shout came from the feet "it's this thorn here, i bet! you must see" in an attempt to bring peace to their land peace to the land and this man "dum laga ke haisha" they began to shout and pop, the thorn came out! now he'll be happy, and we'll be happy too we'll all get a chance, to start anew a loud yawn from the corner, as he opened his eyes the bear was groggy, shocked, and surpri...

If you were a movie,  I'd be the funny best friend You don't fall in love with And every character here knows, the audience can see We don't belong, you don't belong with me. But this is my movie,  and you are the best friend And I am in love,  a little bit,  I think And the hardest person to break up with Is the one you never dated

some relationships are back breaking one works too hard the other works hard  to break their back and i'm terrified of the part of me that mistook this for love.

every once in a while i will find a long hair hidden between the sheets, tangled on a sweater i will hold it from end to end and ask - what does it mean to grow up? i care better, but my skin is dry it means learning that sometimes the only act of kindness by some people is letting me go grown up, shown up, groan - who cares? you celebrate me and i don't care i leave after i find the hair you can't force me to celebrate  i can't, i don't want it i want to sleep but grown ups say to brush before and growing up hurts.

Gallery में छुपी हुई तस्वीरों को छूते हुए खुद को आज पूछती हूँ कौनसी जगह दर्द होता है? और जवाब आने से पहले आंसू आते है कौनसी जगह दर्द नहीं होता ? कभी नए रिश्ते बनाते वक़्त शरीर कांपता नहीं था डर था , पर जानलेवा नहीं था पुरानी मैं , थोड़ी हलकी थी शायद   कहाँ दर्द होता है ? गलियों में , मस्जिदों में दुकानों में , रिक्शों में तस्वीरों से मुझे देखते चेहरों में खानो में , गानों में , शहरों में चित्रों में , कविताओं में काजल से भरी आँखों में जुति में , लिपस्टिक में एक दो नहीं , नो नो घरों में ट्रैन में , प्लेन में , बस में , कार में एक ख़ास साथी की पुकार में टेक्स्ट में , सैक्स्ट में , सेक्स में चहरे पर खींचती हुई झुरियों में आवाज़ों में , साज़ों में , टीवी के शो में चलें जाने के बाद के FOMO में कहाँ दर्द होता है ? वो million dollar smile वाली फोटो जिसके आंसूं सिर्फ मुझे दिखते है और वो रोती हुई सेल्फी में जिसको विटनेस ...