The games mind plays.

After being asked a lot of times why I stopped writing, I gathered my thoughts again and rhymed a few words.

So, here I am, writing again after 1 year, 8 months and 24 days. Nothing is the same as the last time I wrote.

The one thing that I’ve learned the hard way is no matter how much you try to manipulate your heart, you can’t. What is meant to be will always find its way in your life.

No matter how strong you pretend to be or how high you build your walls; when the connection is real, the mind loses to the heart.

Sleepless nights and the moon.

So, this one goes out to the supermoon tonight.

We often tend to time travel in our mind whenever we find ourselves gazing at the night sky. We go back to the beautiful times and priceless moments.

Sometimes, I find myself going back to my childhood when I just lay on my terrace listening to songs on the radio and my mom stargazing beside me. You could really see galaxies that time.

Sometimes I go back to the moment I fell in love.

And oh, how beautiful the night sky looks when the clouds start moving.

Nostalgia hits hard.

Ambiguous encounters.

Lately I’ve been a little busy and wasn’t getting any time to scribble anything down. So, finally tonight seems to be the night.

Sometimes we come across certain situations where everything seems ambiguous, vague. We try to fill in our own thoughts and assumptions creating a whole world for ourselves where everything is pleasant.

I let you wander.

Often we find ourselves stuck in a situation where we cannot do anything but sit and contemplate.

Contemplate and anticipate.

Two choices.

Life always gives us two choices -to stay or to move on. 

Each of them leads to a different path, each of them leads to a different chapter. 

But if we make the wrong choice one time, can we revert it with ease?

The road not taken.

Okay, I’m not copying Robert Frost here. This is my own version of “The road not taken.”

(Though there’s the same dilemma.)

Waking up to a better world.

If only we truly give ourselves in and be true to ourselves, we may find all the answers that we’ve been looking for inside of us.

Only then we may truly find peace.

To correct the old mistakes

Dark poetry comes out only after midnight. 

Unable to sleep, I’m writing here, jotting down all the random thoughts. 

All of us make mistakes and all of us deserve another chance; some wait forever for their chance to see the light, to come out of the darkness. 

  

That one friend.

I wrote this sometime ago when I was packing my stuff up, leaving the hostel. Since then I’ve been waiting for the right time to publish it.

This goes out to the one friend I have made in years, the one who has always stayed beside me through the thick and thin, the one I can count on.

My best friend. My roommate. My sister.

As we are to no longer stay together I write this for you so you remember that I’ve got your back cause’ you’ve got mine.

  

The first time.

First love changes you forever.

First heartbreak makes you who you are.

No matter how much you think you have moved on with your life, it keeps pulling you making you remember the time.