briefcase.

momentary peace and i no longer even associate myself to any of it.

it's only when im in pain do i realise what it feels to others out there.

my nights were so peaceful, why has it gotten so gut wrenchingly unbearable.

joinshemyloml!

all black outfit with silver ornaments are so slay.

+2 hours subhe qs lagaye

oki bye ja rahi me padhne.

will you guys follow if i were to ever start one in future? (nai bolke dikhao 🔫)

soo i used to have a poetry account on instagram, which i out of impulse deleted. hate myself everyday tbh.

im aiming for a very specific style of poetry as of now that i find super hard to capture. i believe my writing as of now is very lacking in depth and tension. i also want to add more compression to it. most of my poetry writing starts with that idea tbh, in my head atleast. but when i pen it down, it becomes a lot more like an axiom or principles which is not what i want it to feel like. i think it comes from the lack of trust in my readers so i feel the need to be as definitive as i can. WORKING ON IT THOUGH.

‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ wanna know your poetry journey

but for the longest time you believe it'll be worth all the efforts by its mere appearance and image formed in your head.

uski spelling bhi ghatiya hai me yaad bhi na karu. likha bhi galat hai mene

me bhi karti thi kabhi toh poetry. 😾

its like that one 2 kaudi ka bf that asks for all the efforts only to be aadha sada hua inside and when you try to eat it, the seeds get stuck in some odd part of ur teeth for a long long time.

😾😾

ok bye enuf of performative poetry

nai pomegranate me 'y' nai hai.