One by two.

It’s the privilege for soups,

Not people.

Ugly reality.

The mask stays on for a limited time

For as long as ego can handle to hold it

After all of its traces are torn down

It’s just your reality standing naked for everyone to see;

Do yourself and others a favour

Don’t put up another one,

Those who know your reality

Won’t be impressed by the new you

Nor would like to go, for unmasking it, on another spree.

Beautiful people.

I find divine like beauty in people who try their best not to take advantage of anyone; those who try to help others even when they know it’s not their duty; those who feel accountable for each and every action of theirs; those who treat others equally as important as they want to be treated; those who empathise with other’s not only in words but in their actions as well; those who are not always flying in their ego and understand that others might have faced worse hardships than them and thus stay grounded most of the times; those who let others live freely and not free them only after taking advantage of their goodness; those who reciprocate kindness; those who love with all their heart and soul and not only when it’s convenient for them (love doesn’t operate with convenience anyway, it’s ego).

At last.

Seems like neither she gives a single fuck now,

Nor do I,

She knew who was better for her,

Now also I.


Kisi aise Ch***ye ko life mein importance di hai jisne sbko tumse dur kar diya ho fir khud nikal gya tumhari life se bina kisi guilt ke??

Sabak lelo.. Jo tumhare aas-paas ke har friend, best friend, crush se jealous ho shuruaat mein hi, wo tumhe unn sabse dur karke hi rhega, wo bi tumhare hi dwara, apni jhooti dosti aur pyaar dikha ke aur apne matlab chhupa ke.


I can only tell how much free I feel now

Free to speak up my mind

Free to act my heart out

Free to love anyone I want to

Free to choose what to make my life about,

Shackled I felt

For a really long time

To soothe someone’s ego

To soothe one’s mind,

Out of respect I did it so wrong

That I cared about one’s selfishness

made my freedom in those shackles grind.

Settled for friendship.

Settled for friendship with my love for a long long time

You cannot bear even half of that brunt,

I have gone through it multiple times

That must be something new to you seemingly a big stunt….

Eating Raw.

That succulent bite will not let you think twice,

Nastily letting your demons unwind,

Whether to savour the moment

Or to choose something healthy for your mind.

A personal request.

Just in case, any of you know something about my personal life that I need to know, now afterwards, please inform me about it straight away, so that I can do better, rather than beating around the bush, because seriously, I usually have no idea who is doing what generally and when I get to know what I needed to know back a day or two or maybe more, I feel a little shattered. You believe it or not, I don’t stalk others as much as you think that I do. I feel like I have better things to do than putting my energy into strangers with whom I have nothing to do. They may be very much into knowing each and everything that I am doing, but I am not interested in that stupidity and toxicity. And when a few of you behave weird/strange/awkward around me (which is usually not possible except than on social media), it just strikes me that maybe I should know something and I admit that after that I do stalk (only readily available information on somebody’s account), but I am not a freak about stalking like many others going to the point of having criminalistic stalking tendencies. This last hour was one such time where I diverted my mind from my usual to something I was finding uncomfortable about others behaviour.

PS- You people are too bad at controlling your reactions, good at beating around the bush and still unable to say anything directly. Hell ! Please be direct to me. I don’t bite !

Who is to be blamed??

One of my biggest regrets would be to become too damn tough and difficult on the one whom I loved for decades and giving more than enough chances to someone even half of which he never deserved. But it’s all good. I did it for the happiness of both of them. I could not Choose Me at the right time. I chose unconditional love for both. I could not choose somebody who could give me everything on my demand, though I knew he was ready, he was so ready. I thought he was happy with somebody else; probably he was, and still is; I don’t know much.

Now I am unsure if I should say FUCK YOU to the undeservingly loved one or to my overly principled self.