"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view - until you climb into his skin and walk around in it"

kal raat aaya mere ghar ek chor...
aake bola dede mujhe jo bhi tera hai <3
maine bolaa...

He who knows others is wise; he who knows himself is enlightened.

“If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its entire life thinking it's stupid.”

mai ek baar chala gya toh phir kabhi wapas nhi aaunga

Logic can explain the storm, but only faith can be your shelter.

if what you see in me is longing,
try noticing my faith in love too.

lmao. just lmao. lmhao. lmhao.

Lamhe ye aise..
beetne ko aayi...
Sath hai naa kisi ka..
dastaan hai ye aisi...
Kyu hu mai aisa..
mai bhi na jaanu...

Toh kya kahe?
muskurakar. — jaane de.

Time heals everything
But,
Without proper healing(/cure) the wound stays in our life in the form of marks, do work on it, if you can.

I can cry right now.
I can smile right now.
I can laugh, dance,
or turn painfully serious.

I can be blunt.
I can go numb.
I can be cruel.
I can ignore everything.

I can be playful.
I can love.
I can shout.
I can switch off my softness.
I can protect.
I can fall silent.

I carry all of this inside me.

But I choose
what the moment asks of me.

I choose to heal.
I choose to love.
I choose to care.

With music.
With a tired smile.
With romance.
With imperfection.

My eyes refuse to close.
Not because I don't want to sleep,
but because I am exhausted.

I don't feel safe enough to sleep.
And if I sleep,
I don't feel the will to wake up.

Yet I am forced to wake up.
Forced to exist.
Forced to function.
Forced to stay quiet,
without rest.

I live in constant hypervigilance.
Even while crying,
my mind stays alert—
making sure
I am not being watched.

And still...
I stay.