The other day
Someone asked me
What they should do for their career
I told them,
To just do what they love.

The other day
Someone asked me
How to subtly let their crush know
That they like them
I told them to just say it upfront.

The other day
Someone asked me
How to get over family issues
I told them,
That they should talk to people about it

The other day
Someone asked me
How to not get addicted to social media
I told them,
That they should just shut the notifications

I find it extremely funny
That I end up giving good advice
To almost everybody
Everyone I know
Turns to me for advice some time.

I find it extremely funny
That I don’t know what I am gonna do next
That my life is a mess
Yet somehow,
I am the person people come to.

There are a lot of people who give advice, but their own life is haywire, and I honestly feel sometimes I am one of them. So, I thought, hey, why don’t I write a poem on this! So , here it is, and let me know how you found it in the comments!


Two years ago,
I was a sweet kid
Like a bud
Who would flower into something beautiful

Two years ago,
I was a sweet kid
Full of ambition
Full of new revolutionary ideas

Two years ago,
I was a sweet kid
Who never lied
Least of all to people who she loved

Two years ago,
I was a sweet kid
She was a happy soul
Passion drove her

Now, I am not
Any of those things
I wish to go back
To change my mistakes.

Now, I am a disappointment
To everyone around me
I am still a bud
But I am withering

Now, I am a mystery to myself
Someone who is not growing anymore
She is retracting her claws of ambition
She is withdrawing away from everything good.

Now, I am a grimace
On the face of society
I wish I could change
I hope I can change

Until I change
I have to live with this self-destroyed version of me
A version no one loves
Not even me.

Like always, this is just a poem!! It is just how one mistake can change your life. I have seen this happening to people around me, and thought that I would just write a poem on it. Do let me know how you thought it was!


Blue is such a pretty colour
It fills me with happiness
Every time I see it
Not all the shades, but most of them

It is a colour that is associated with masculinity
A concept that’s foreign to me
A girl can wear blue
And a guy can wear pink

It is associated with sadness
And I don’t see the point of that either
Because, I always feel happy
When I see my favourite shade of blue.

It is associated with tranquility
While it gives me peace
It might boil you up
Or I might just be wrong

It is like that with humans too
I might like you
While my friend might not,
I might be good
But you may think I am evil,
To each their own
And that’s all I am saying.

Okay, this poem was a little vague and cryptic and some might even think weird, but let me know your thoughts all the same! Also, let me know if you want me to like do a series of poems on different colours and my interpretations of them!


They come in all shapes and sizes
No, I am not talking about clothes
I am talking about the best animal there is
One who is always there for you.

Humans aren’t even half as loyal as them
They wait for you forever
They love you forever
Even if you don’t

They are cute, furry little burritos
You can play with them all day
You can talk with them all day
You won’t really need anyone else.

It is a pity they can’t speak
Although if you truly love them
You will understand them

They are the awesomest beings
It’s true-
When you need a hand
You will find a paw🐾


There is always one person
Who loves you more than the others
But when that someone stops loving you
The world comes crashing down around you

She had never known love
In any place except
Her mother’s arms
She had always counted on it

So when her mother stopped
Loving her
And began to think lowly of her
Her world came crashing down

She lost all hope
Her heart shattered
And she became a person
She never was.

Her father told her she could count on him
Her sister told her she could count on her
Her friends told her she could count on them
But she knew she was dead inside

Nothing was left to do now
Except to walk into the arms of death
That is what she thought of doing
That is what she very nearly did.

But then she remembered,
She could be rekindled,
She could be resurrected
She could bounce back.

She dedicated her life to herself.
She never counted on anyone’s love
Except God’s
Because she knew She would do the best for her.

Today she is the world’s bestselling author
Her name is known to non-readers as well
Her biggest dream came true
She has finally found peace
In her own fiery heart.


Black or white?

Humans have a very unique power-
The power to formulate their thoughts
These thoughts lead to actions
And actions ultimately lead to consequences.

These ‘actions’ are either right or wrong
There’s no in-between
It’s nearly always black or white
There’s nearly never grey

However, when an action is white to you
It is always black to someone else
You can never convince them
Cause they are too stuck in their ways

And when an action is black to you
It is white to them
You will always have an opponent
Whose heart you cannot win

They get angry, but won’t bear with you
When you get irate
It’s their way
Let them be

These people, although, are very important
In your development as a person
They criticize you
They show you your faults

The key is to listen to them
But not let them get to your head
As they aren’t always helpful
They are too stubborn

Then there’s just one thing to do
Follow your heart, always
It will lead you to your destination
Mold the positivity in you
And channel it out
You will shine
Brighter and higher
Than any other.


She is the sweetest soul you will ever meet
Kinder than a hovering dove
She will forgive you for the sins you commit
But I might not

She is as sensitive as she can ever be
Even a dead ant makes her cry
But when you hurt her
You never take her feelings into account

She isn’t weak, though many think she is
Because of her kind, forgiving nature
She is just too nice for this world
And for you

She is as loyal as a dog
She defends both me and you
With a ferocity you cannot fathom
Yet you pay no heed to it

She is the best you could ever get
With her need to talk a misunderstanding out
Something you are bereft of
You better value her now.

I love her so much
That I could die for her
And even though she wouldn’t want it,
I could kill for her too.

So, my dear best friend’s boyfriend
Consider this a warning
If you ever hurt her again
You will have me to deal with.

Well, since it’s Valentine’s Day and since I am very single, I decided to write this one for my best friend’s future boyfriend😂😂

A very happy valentine’s day to all of you and let me know in the comments what you thought of it!


I wanted to talk to someone
When I lost my best friend
And my heart was broken
But I was left alone to pick up the pieces of my heart

I wanted to talk to someone
When I lost the guy who I thought was “The One”
And I was shattered
But I was alone, with no one to hold on to me

I wanted to talk to someone
When I lost my grandma
I wanted to weep on their shoulders
But I had to be strong, I had to be responsible

I wanted to talk to someone
To share my deepest thoughts
I thought they would be interested in listening
But, they just weren’t.

I wanted to talk to someone
To be weird
To be myself
But I had to hide myself behind a plaster of fake-ness

I wanted to talk to someone
When I reached a milestone in my life
I wanted to jump in joy
The only people there were there to discourage me.

I wanted to talk to someone
So, I initiated a conversation
I heard nothing
Except the deafening silence.

I want to talk to someone
But there is no one there
There is nothing there
Except darkness, my old friend.


I think I am in love

I think I am in love
With his chiseled jaw,
his messy dark hair
And his stunning face

I think I am in love
With the music he plays
The guitar that rarely leaves him
And the beautiful voice that comes out his mouth

I think I am in love
With his eagerness
How he loves to listen to everything I say
Like I am a radio made especially for him

I think I am in love
With his sense of humour
How he makes me laugh without even trying
How he soothes me down without even trying

I think I am in love
With his protectiveness
How he ensures I feel safe 24/7
But doesn’t mind me having a guy best friend

I think I am in love
With his personality
How he is the perfect-est person ever
Like he was personally chosen by God to be my angel

I know I am in love
With all of him
There is just one tiny flaw
He exists in a book, and I exist outside of it.


When you left
Did your heart feel full of sadness
As if, you could love no one again
For they would just walk out?

When you left
Did you cry your eyes out
And stay cooped up in your room
For what felt like a millenium?

When you left
Did you feel a void in your life
That could not be filled
By any other living being?

When you left
Did you feel as though there was no one
Who would ever listen to you
As patiently as I did?

When you left
Did you realise that love could be painful
Will you ever be able
To give the reins of your heart to someone else?

When you left
I felt all of this
Because, you, my best friend
Are an irreplaceable entity in my life.


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