हार और जीत तो खेल का हिस्सा है,
इस बड़ी सी ज़िन्दगी का एक छोटा सा किस्सा है।
ये धुंधली आंखे बेकार है,
आगे देखो, मौके हज़ार है! ♥️♥️♥️
Go Team India ! ✨✨
Once again I want to return to that summer of 2005 when I was 8 years old.
Fantasizing about making my own decisions but not yet making them.
wanting to be one of the adults but not yet
ready for it.
learning and hearing about things , people and everything that’s in between because I want to and not because I have to.
Once again I want to go back to that place from where I wouldn’t be just thinking about this poem but living it.
A thousand thoughts cross my mind. That book I was reading, or that instagram post or maybe that video I saw on youtube. How should I live my life ?
What’s right? What’s wrong?
Perhaps it’s going to take a little long.
Continue reading “Some sort of crisis?”
let’s just stop the chase
standstill, and soak the sun rays.
Like the old times,
let’s not step on the lines.
Hum an old family song?