Yet to

I don’t have silky skin nor a flawless body.
I don’t have lovely features
I’m full of scars and bruises
Every inch of my skin have a story
Experiences to be shared
Darkness to be lit
Silence to be broken
And myself to be explored

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Sparkle

Let me sparkle the sky
And take the dark clouds away
Let me add hint of lights
And add little more to life
Let me put a little sequins
And let the pretty dark shine
Let me make it a big one this time
And never forget this life is just mine

All up to you

As you need me
I need you too
As you like talking to me
I crave the peace in you
If you think, I shall stay for you
Don’t you forget as you’re peace for me
Chaos can also be created by you
So for the sake of your peace
Don’t disrupt the silence
Inside me
As this could bring destruction in you
And storms inside me

AmmiJaan

Aap mujhe har baat se waqif ho
Chahe mai bolu ya Nahi
Meri Muskaan dekhar
Aap saari baatien samjhte jaate ho
Aur mai fir bhi
Aapko kabhi samajh Nahi pati
Aisi baat Nahi aapse mohabbat Nahi karti
Bas Qatrati hu
Jata Nahi pati
Shayad isliye Gussa ho jati hu
Phir raat me akele kamre me rokar
maafi bhi mang leti hu
Aur mujhe muaf bhi kar dete hai bina jaane
Ek aap hi toh hai
Jo meri naadaniyon pe haste hai
Galati hone par khub Dante bhi hai
Saare zimedariyon ko bakhubi nibhate hai
Waqt aane par apni pyari chizon ki qurbani bhi dete hai
Jitni khubsurat hai aap
Utni khubsurati se aapka dil banaya gaya hai
Meri pyari Ammi jaan!
Aapke tarif me Mere lafz ek boond ke qatre se kam hai
Is Jannat ki tareef me
Ye puri duniya kya
Kainat bhi kam hai
Meri pyari Ammijaan💟
Bas aapka Shukriyada karna chahti hu
Is nachiz ko jhelne aur
Be intehan pyar karne k liye ❤️

Separated

I thought a lot about forgetting you
A lot.

And I ended up asking myself

How can I forget the moments I lived?

How can I erase the words that were once told?

How can I ever unlove my love?

How should I weaken the trust?

What made you ask me this?

What were the things that made you end every little of us?

Would… you?

Would you write me in your poetry?
Would you describe my kiddish nature?
Would you ever be overwhelmed by my smartness?
Would you ever remember us walking down that Street?
Would you smile when I will cross your head?
Would you bother to think that I drank too much the other day?
Would you ever visit the same coffee shop just to look if i am hanging there?
Would you ever call my name to check if I am walking ahead?
Would you ever describe my name in your prayers?
Would you ever remember my cheeks with wrinkles forming some layers?
Would you say about me to your new girlfriend?
Or Would you mention me in stories when you’ll be a grandparent?