Ayy Khushali

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