people are toxic so just write your thoughts away.

when you’re unknown to chaos,

and the same peace becomes a privilege

when everything around is in havoc.

as the sun descends tomorrow,

a thousand will still be crying

over a blood-bathed land,

and if you aren’t one of those,

know that it is the smell of being ordinary

that keeps you untouched.

the wars will come to an end someday,

but the sorrow will hide

deep within every soul witnessing today.

if all you hear is silence while in bed,

it’s because you’re far from the screams of fear—

the fear of not being able to have dinner today,

the fear of not opening your eyes tomorrow,

the fear of losing the only brother you have,

the fear of having no one to mourn your death.

it’s the boring peace

that keeps your heart beating.

and she bloomed like flowers,

but foolish me had forgotten,

that a too much rain becomes storm

and ends up destroying the garden.

who was told that the curves define you,

run a little more,

and put less sugar in the coffee you brew.

this is for the insecurities you’ve built in –

not moulding yourself as them isn’t a sin.

craft your own tale instead,

be more proud of being in your own skin.

this is for the parts of you that feel imperfect,

honey, why do you confide in shadows,

when you were born

to shine like the wildflowers in meadows?

why do you look for the stars in someone else’s universe,

when it's the whole constellation from which you immerse?

this is for the comparisons you’ve been raised with,

why do you try to be a verse,

in someone else’s rhymes?

when, darling, you are poetry—

a work of art, bold, and free.

while you look around, you question if you're behind your age or others have gotten too far. you feel like the ignorant one following the beaten path. itʼs scary. itʼs heartbreaking to delve deep into your dreams. you question everything, moving ahead in search of answers, in a hope to find one soon.

you wrap yourself around me,

and my heartbeat pacifies with the warmth.

glued to your body,

i find the stillness one craves in their home.

as my eyelashes spread wide like dawn's embrace,

in the mirror i glance the reflection of your face,

a side eye reveals your glaze on her,

a pang of pain, my heart gives a way.

a single tear drop kisses my cheeks,

and my heart turns bleak.

but things are going fine lately, i believe.

my eyes sparkling louder than the stars in your wait,

and hair cascaded like the rivers amid mountains,

nine o'clock, my thoughts intertwine,

a promise of dinner, forgotten or left behind?

expectations tightened, but things are going fine lately.

you’ve a chamber of secrets buried within,

and i have a ocean full of melancholy

drowning my love day by day,

if your life is the sky,

all i know is itʼs mostly blue,

if my life is the river,

all you know is itʼs flowing.

only if we could ever talk,

but love comes without expectations, right?

things are going fine lately, or are they?

set aside the frames of love,

but how does a human relationship

prospers without expectations?

questions guard my heart,

sorrow grips me, building a sword,

your ignorance, oh the rift it's caused.

the boat is sinking,

and itʼs never the expectations to be blamed,

your ignorant love,

putting me away from your fate.

things are dying lately,

and this time, i don’t expect you to mourn.

love without expectations,

indeed, is the purest form,

but loving without expectations,

demands the withdrawal,

of humanly emotions

embedded within our hearts' thrall.

these dried leaves scream

to drive away from the harsh footsteps

or else to suffocate till death.

love comes in full circles,

to all it feels hurting and drenching,

like the falls in winters,

for all you’ve seen is the love

disguised as unreal fantasies,

the romanticism grow harshness within,

for it's nothing as in fairytales.

love comes in full circles,

till the time you’ve met your "the one",

it looks like the rainbow

you can never see after the rainfall,

the miserable happiness

you can only long for,

it is the unwanted winters

deprived of the warmth of summers.

love comes in full circles,

when after chasing for it since forever,

when you’ve the charm

to wrap it all in your arms,

a part in you shivers

with the thoughts of slipping it away.

your veins dance with cold feets,

every inch of you hope this isn't a dream,

you question yourself,

what if it restarts to rain

and the rainbow disappears once again,

what if it again scratches your heart

and those rejoined pieces fall apart.

love comes in full circles,

to find, to confess, to accept, to hold,

and finally to let go,

all of them is just around,

but all you do is

stand in the middle

and look at its revolutions,

for all of you is sacred of it,

yet all of you wants it.