I am here in Hauz Khas. I never thought that I will actually be able to visit it some day. I came here all by myself due to the preoccupation of my friend. The battery of my cell has exhausted. Fortunately, I know my way back to my parents’ home and wait…..let me check….yes, I do have enough money to return.
Anything that comes under my observation—
any act, event or person
can be the inspiration
behind my creation.
Overestimation is the cause of suicides but at times, also of success. Contemplation is a good habit that saves us from many troubles but overthinking ruins it all. It harms our self-image and self-confidence. It prevents us from working hard to achieve our goals by making us afraid or lazy.
“You won’t be able to do it”,
“It will become so tough for you”,
“There, you will never be able to fit.”
They’ll repeatedly tell you.
Even on the days when you don’t hear the claps,
you need to stay positive and strong.
You are not allowed to remove your cape.
No matter what, the show must go on.
Some days to cry,
to let it all out,
to fight, scream and shout
with the demons residing inside.
I cuff my ears
with headphones- big and small
and zone out from all
the world’s bustle.
Each day brings along
a new challenge, a novel fight.
Some days rest among the lows
while the rest elevate our happiness to a height.
Home—a place we belong to. Where our families stay and belong to. Our ancestors, basically. Also, a place where the people who live there are connected with us. A place where we return after the worldly affairs tire us.
This is a vacuum— this place.
Here, everything is a haze.
It slowly takes
one into the state of daze.