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Wine and some writing since a multiple year long gap



Being fall deeper without worrying there’s no rope to hang on. Being that dam which pulled closer for deserted land. Being in love by anything crystal but yourself. Being wander around how to release. How easy to be me. Knock on—everybody’s door. Just how to remember to connect. Fulfilling every… read more
The moment of your smiles, Sets me on trial, As I wrestle my urge, To capture and compile, A picture-book file, Of your every style, And how could I describe, The beauty held inside, Your eyes, And every smile.
In the hush of longing, a single breath remembers itself. What was lost drifts back like dusk returning to the mountain. Desire uncurls— a lotus in the unseen depths, neither clinging nor refusing to bloom. Shadow and grace entwine, teaching the quiet truth: even the dark is part of the Way.
Thread of life on the brink of death don't you ever think about strive if you are scared of dread
Moonlight is spilling on the rooftop I'm here finding something I dropped It might be my heart That I never owned from the start I need to research my lore Till I can touch its core Any explorer won't step to my land If I never stretched out my hand The sands are running out Still no one… read more
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Plz lemme kno what u feel....

And you were a letter never sent, ink still trembling on the edge of my name, a promise folded wrong inside my drawer of almosts and maybes. You were franz kafka without milena— but i was the silence that answered every page you never dared to write me on. A poet without a lover? no, darling… you… read more

We used to believe that jail was only meant for those who committed crimes. But looking around, we are all captives in a prison that Life itself has built for us. Some are trapped within four walls, others are trapped in a situation or a place. We keep ourselves locked in because we have a life to… read more
Mera Ishq, Mera Shehar Lagta hai phir kisi se Ishq hua hai, Is baar kisi shehar se hua hai. Kyunki us shehar jaake pata chala Ki sukoon kya hai, Pata chala ghumnam kya hai. Kyunki mujhe zindagi mein phir se Ishq hua hai, Na insaan se hua, na cheez se, Ye baar shehar se hua hai. Ab bas bahane… read more
a wilted flower in a burning field a broken sky above a burning patch a failing breath will soon yield and yet it all started from a single match
[Redacted], Night is often the best time to write uninhibited. A sea of serenity envelops the world. It's just you and your thoughts. No distractions. No surprises. The antique clock atop my desk is tick-tocking. As I write this, a storm is brewing. It's hard to believe that after all this time… read more
But only in their dreams can men be truly free twas (it was) always thus (इस प्रकार) and always thus will be .
Or maybe I am simply human, trying to figure it out in a world that doesn't come with instructions. Maybe growth looks like doubt before it looks like clarity. Maybe healing sounds like questioning everything you thought you were. And maybe, just maybe, none of this makes you broken. It makes you… read more















Maana zindagi ek safar hai, Na chunte hum parivaar, Na chunte bhai-behen, Chunte hum sirf yaar aur pyaar hain. Yaar toh mile, Ab ishq dhoond rahe hain, Is zindagi ke safar mein, Hum mohabaat dhoond rahe hain. Mile toh safar aur suhana hoga, Na mile toh bas ye keh kar jal denge— Ki zindagi ek… read more
That's my state... always...
The irony about life.🖤

“Never quenched, though doused in you, I burn. Your turning head moves like a song, a spark— The breath you breathe billows my flame, A fire that cannot help but spread and roar your name. I do not seek relief, I seek… read more




I miss you. The things that came with you. I miss the feeling of being alive, and waited for. The anxiety of waking up before you, and possibly not having a text to start my day off. I miss the feeling of being strong in my vulnerability. In standing with my defenseless self open but never… read more


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