Insaan hone ki mushkil

 chahiye bhi aur nahi bhi

insaan hone ki ye badi mushkil hai

galat hai pata hai , par mann to daudega usi taraf

ye mann kisi aur ne rent diya hai kya mujhe

kuch revolutionary gaane sun lo to lagta hai kuch ukhaad hi lenge

kitabon ne bhi beda garq kiya hai mera

Acche hain wo log jo sochte nahi zyada, ya phir karne ke baad sochte hain

mann ke peeche-peeche chalte hain

warna sahi galat hai hi kya, 

kuch kayde, kanoon jo auron ne banaye humne maane

chahiye bhi aur nahi bhi

insaan hone ki ye badi mushkil hai

Udaasi

 Grief

Just wanted to pen down the thoughts that keep lingering in my head. Grief is not a one-day job, it does not end when everyone has gone home, and you are expected to go back to your normal life. It is like a song that keeps playing in your ears from time to time. It is that hallway that reminds you of your loved ones and suddenly you feel sad, almost like you can see them there but they will never be there. It is also that name that you keep calling yourself because you would want someone to call you by it as they used to but it wouldn't happen. It is also a dream that you live with them sometimes. It is everything. 

The cowards will never be able to help
no matter how much they brag
in the end they will find an excuse, destiny, if nothing else

Be your own anchor
be your own beacon
only you know who you are , only you know what lies within

Don't be afraid of showing weaknesses
Everyone is vulnerable at some point
its real life we are living, faking stands no chance

The battles within are toughest to win

The moment you decide to be strong
the path itself stretches and becomes long
to give you the opportunity to grow
cause life is like that

sahi galat paribhashayon ki baatein hain
Meri maine sochi hai, teri tujhpe laagoo ho...

Motto

In the end, let life feel proud that she was lived by you.