Sunday, 10 May 2015


Lost in thought, you inhale your cigarette way too deep and without realizing you let your lungs soak in smoke while you let yourself float over what remains of your damaged self-esteem.

Saturday, 9 May 2015

9:06 am

Remember, nobody can make you feel like shit without your consent. Remember, you're the only person you need to make you feel better. Remember, you're the only constant in your life.

Don't let other people take charge of how you feel. Don't be the bitch who lets everyone make them feel vulnerable because you're so much more than that. 

Friday, 20 March 2015

Gone too soon.

would you remember
the things i said
the words i wrote
the time we couldn't have
the conversations we could have had
the way my hair would smell
after im dead?

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Anxiety + 2 mugs of coffee

178 people on whatsapp
33 on snapchat
a couple hundreds on twitter
almost a thousand on Facebook
not one person to talk to

Wednesday, 17 December 2014


we find
ourselves joking
about death more often
than we should.
it could be closer than you
could have ever imagined.

Thursday, 25 September 2014


you were meant to conquer
but you to doubt yourself
you were meant to be extraordinary
but youre too afraid

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Nami Danam -Amir Khusrau

Nami danam chi manzil bood shab jaay ki man boodam;
baharsu raqs-e bismil bood shab jaay ki man boodam.
Pari paikar nigaar-e sarw qadde laala rukhsare;
sarapa aafat-e dil bood shab jaay ki man boodam.
Khuda khud meer-e majlis bood andar laamakan Khusrau;
Muhammad shamm-e mehfil bood shab jaay ki man boodam.


I wonder what was the place where I was last night,
all around me were half-slaughtered victims of love, tossing about in agony.
There was a nymph-like beloved with cypress-like form and tulip-like face,
ruthlessly playing havoc with the hearts of the lovers.
God himself was the master of ceremonies in that heavenly court,
oh Khusrau,
where (the face of) the Prophet too was shedding light like a candle.