Ayy Khushali

"I'm a very private person; yet I'm an open book.. You don't ask.. you won't know!" - Khushi ••••••••••••• Gone are the days when people wrote letters. That anticipation and eagerness in waiting for their arrival was all worth; as though it was the person itself who touched your soul. The nervousness that wreaked upon while replying to them and thinking about their reactions. Gone are the letters, gone are their sweet wait, It's all about this digital era portraying our hatred to wait. •••••••••••••• If only you could count on your fingers, how many people you meet online daily. Making 'em all your friends and corrivals. Then there was this person, Folly as thou shalt say, I replied him out of blue, which took him to dismay. Funny, smart and a little foolish as I say; Turns out he was a good mate as thy shall say. A good listener he is, But an over exaggerated person one might say, But he ain't no foe and a good friend whom upon I c

I've been called immature whenever I thought I was being myself, Showering my love onto you, They asked me to grow up and stop my acts of rebel. It was hurting at first, I cried out in pain, For who knew it was the punishment of giving one's self so selflessly that there was nothing left to gain. But now I'll stop all this love-rhyming shits, Because now it's real time, bitch. L-O-V-E : the most hopeless word to ever come across. They say the bitterness in my words tells that I've been through this feeling. Maybe I have or maybe I haven't. You must be wondering that how come I have doubts about what I really felt about?   Well for the starters, there are douches all around us that make this one syllable word worthless. According to these smart mouths, it's unlikely for one to "fall in love" with someone at "younger age" (be it in their teens or early twenties). Now who do you blame for bringing these doubts upon me? I'm a str

"When you'll desert what you imitate, You'll live your life to the fullest." A camera only captures the reality that was 0.1sec before than it actually happened. Calling someone ugly in-person and photogenic in photographs isn't actually appropriate because he/she were with the same expression that was beautifully captured while you found flaws in-person. It's a social era. If you think you know a particular human by their Instagram or their social platform then you're so wrong. It's an era of illusionists . People are the creators of illusion among each other; showing off their imaginative lifestyle admist the actual reality. But here lies the major question: Who am I? Am I, a part of this? Or maybe have I mastered the skills of an Illusionists? To be truthful it was one rhetorical question in my case. I was called a social butterfly in my high school days.. who knows I'm still known by the same. You can see my whole life on Instagram. Well t

Dear dairy, Happy 20th summer to us :) I know I know, it sounds so odd like 20th summer really? But yeah I literally just sat at the foot of my bed and counted as though how many summers I've have had lived? Survived? Enjoyed? Psshhtt never mind :P So yeah here I am.. bored and frustrated. Maybe I should start singing.. No, I think I'll stay in tonight Skip the conversations and the "Oh, I'm fines" No, I'm no stranger to surprise This paper town has let me down too many times Why do I even try? Give me a reason why I thought that I could trust you, never mind Why all the switching sides? Where do I draw the line? I guess I'm too naive to read the signs I just wanna talk about nothin' With somebody that means somethin' Spell the names of all our dreams and demons For the times that I don't understand Tell me what's the point of a moon like this When I'm alone again Can I run away to somewhere beautiful Where nobody knows my

Have you ever heard the sound of someone's voice and felt your knees sink? Strings of words pull south; heaven on your tongue as they speak? I've given up trying to make sense of it. All I know is his voice plays the strings of my every weakness and I swear to God, if you were to ask me what love sounds like, I would say Him.. I would say Him Savouring his kisses like drug that I need; hands holding mine that they were only made for me. Bodies mold so perfectly that it makes me think, why would God make him for me because he's my that wildest fantasy turned into my reality, Because I love Him.. Because I'' in love with Him.

Why is that they think that it's always wrong with me.. to have my day gone without food and water, why do they blame me..  why it is so hard if I express it..  can't they see me as a human and expect me all to compress it? Sounds funny, out of joy..  I'm writing my misery in a rhyme..  because it gets hard for them to see me cry, yet they expect me all day smile.. I'm a girl full of dreams..  yet why do they blame me for who I'm being.? What's so hard to see past my watery eyes.. Doesn't that tell you why my pillow soaked in cries? What is that, that makes me overdramatic.. Just because I show my teeth doesn't tell them that certain things make me nostalgic. I get angered, triggered easily.. I say a few things which I didn't intend to speak.. Yet why is that they blame me for all this.. Doesn't this becomes your fault because I "understand" while you don't what I've through being? I never choose this life, nor I wa

Youth is not eternal. This world is not eternal. This night itself will come to an end. And just as much as I'm sure of it all, I believe in the love that we have for each other, that it is as strong as the rocks beneath our feet. And come what may, i shall stand by him. Because it is that sparkle of those brown eyes, playfulness of those brown curls, liveliness of that toothed smile, silliness of his stupid talks, deepness of his untamed love and charm of his aura around me. And if we're not fated to be together, if by the worst of fate, we lose track and this relationship breaks (which I pray would never), I doubt, I'd ever feel the same again, be this happy again. I might probably take fifty years to find another love or even never find it again. It would be next to impossible to outshine the standard he's set. Sinners don't pray Sinners aren't good But God, if you've got mercy God, if you've got grace Keep this guy safe with me Then I'

Standing still looking at the window shills Thinking about how all those moments and memories feels The thought saddened me At first it was a pang deep in my heart that eloped me And slowly I dared to close my eyes Went deep inside that embrace of our memories The smiles and laughs felt so lively The cries and wounds felt so deeply Long stares Envying cares Yes it was 2 am and so I remember It was your groaning on the other side That made me laugh on my insides Not even a day had gone without you on my side Not even a moment spared without your olinging sight You were my nature, my environment Where your voice was my bird chirping enjoyment Deep inside me I felt that you were the paradise I'm looking for You were the one I was thinking of cherishing myself upon Had this cord attached to my heart It was your name it was beating all about It was then I was welcomed into the sweet embrace of the sleep Cuddling me into it Never had I knew that I'll losing

Its stated in Cosmos that if all the humans if combined in the form of their atoms will nothing but, only be of an apple's size. It's the spaciousness of the atoms that are deformed into a human body. So what are we even taking pride of? We're nothing but hollow spaces entrapping a lively soul. The perspective of living a life has degraded with the lack of in-person conversations and interactions. Long rectangular devices have taken that longing intimacy and personal touches. Dropping off a text is the new swag. Life around us is simply fast; sitting in a public transport and watching everything and everyone get in the 'fast-forward' mode. It's getting blurry; the images, the memories. It's hard to remember the last time laughing so hard on a pj or having a deep conversation regarding something and nothing with someone. We're asked to be a good listener than a good speaker; but what if we're the good listener but there's nobody speaking