there is nothing 'impressive' about me which will help me survive in some dire condition.
if i'm good in one thing then i am bad at hundred things.

and i have no intention of justifying it by saying 'atleast you're good somewhere, focus yourself on to that one thing" because no. i will never do that.

how do people who shines at the end manages to do that?

is it same old boring stuff like determination, passion, hardwork and crap? or is there largely a luck factor? or is it, that those people are just destined to achieve it. because majority of you will never even experience a life called luxury

makes me wonder, what am i good in? chess, no i'm average. studies? no, i'm average. sports? no, i'm average. music? drawing? cooking? blahblahblah, i'm just "Average".

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just a common person, who can be replaced by ten thousand more of m. at the end of the day you won't change anything drastically, just make a minute fraction of tinsy change. so you can be happy about how your life mattered.

how you are better than a grain of sand, which was once part of a rock because you just pushed it in the river and felt "I made thousand grains of sand".

sucks to be somebody so miniature really.

"a wise man gets more from his enemies,
than a fool from his friends"

among the geniuses, i paint my imagination

Seeing smth you can’t have

unless there's scarcity of water, my hands will keep getting drenched in your blood

never thought you reach the high stage after having near death experience

gonna have to survive on pain killers now 👍

sometimes i wonder if things would be better if i will be little more careful on each step, every corner, every end.
just putting my left leg first to check if it's alright, instead of jumping on it without caring of the fall.

most of the times i wonder if things will be too late if i don't jump right into it, i might miss the opportunities, the 'leap'.
if i always keep myself secluded into this sophisticated manner.

this channel is not who i am
this channel is what i want to be.

" तेरी निगाहें मस्त ने मखमूर कर दिया
क्या मैं काबे को जाऊ तुझे देखने के बाद
अब क्या ग़ज़ल सुनाऊ तुझे देखने के बाद
कैसे सुकून पाऊँ, तुझे देखने के बाद "