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people are not poetry.

You can write for hours and hours,
of all the things you wish you could be,
but the truth of the matter is simple,
people are not poetry.
And I know that you wish you weren’t awkward,
that sweet words could roll right off your tongue,
but your time here is too short to worry,
about how each sentence is strung.
It’s okay to be rough around the edges,
to be bruised up and broken and scarred,
but it’s not okay to let people tell you,
that it’s the reason to change who you are.
Your hair doesn’t always sit so neatly,
the way a poem sits so neatly in lines,
and sometimes you might feel like a word,
that nobody has learned to define.
You might not be a star that can light up the darkness,
or a bird that can teach us how to soar,
but its okay, because you are too complex,
to be crammed up into a single metaphor.
It’s okay not to know what you’re doing,
because your feelings don’t have to rhyme,
though a poem once complete is eternal,
you have the freedom to change over time.
You’re much more than can ever be written,
there is no title to say “this is me”,
because you can’t be trapped in the lines of a notebook,
because people are not poetry.



It’s that time of the year again. Reflections, resolutions, and all that stuff.
Well, it’s been a ride. One hell of a ride. All the twists, the lows, the highs, the victories, the losses- it’s made me stronger, maybe even better. And it’s definitely made this a year I’ll remember.

I’m proud of a lot of things I did this year.
I got three more diving certifications.  I turned 16. I passed with distinction in my Trinity Grade 5 piano exam. I graduated 10th grade. I played for a basketball club for the first time in my life. I went to Punjab to play nationals. I gymmed consistently. I got 2 tattoos. I got above 75% in all my exams. I started MUNing. I attended the regional World Scholar’s Cup, where my team came 4th overall. I overcame several fears. I learnt a lot about myself, about love, about friendship, about the world, about life. I kept going, even when it got rough.

The good never comes alone, it always comes with the bad.
I lost a lot this year, too. The world lost 2 angels this year, two of my friends- who I hope are somewhere better, somewhere happier.  I lost a lot of respect for a lot of people. I lost friends. At times, I lost hope. At times, I lost my will to live. I lost parts of myself that I can’t even remember now, perhaps for the better.

I saw new places. I went to Punjab. I went to Thailand. I went back to Mupur. I went to Pondicherry and Mahaballipuram. I went to Kerala.
I met new people, and made new friends, some of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. People are incredible. They’re absolutely fascinating, and I’ll never be able to understand them.
I felt new things, emotions that I can’t describe- about attachment, confusion, betrayal, fear, ecstasy, and joy.
I learnt new things. I learnt more about how life is unfair. I learnt how to motivate myself and keep myself going. I learnt how bad your closest friends can snake you. I learnt how to look out for myself. I learnt how to be a better friend, and how to really be there for someone. I learnt to be more grateful. I learnt how to deal with problems better. I learnt what it’s like to feel like nothing will ever get better. I haven’t learnt everything- I’m still learning. But I’m proud of what I’ve learned.

I have new principles. I don’t fully follow through on them yet, but I’m getting there. I’m making myself a priority- my emotions, my needs, my desires- should come first. I can’t keep doing things for everyone else’s satisfaction and temporary happiness. Reciprocation is something that needs to guide me. If someone doesn’t give me the attention I give them, I need to either tone it down or cut them off. I need to put in the same effort as the other person, instead of pushing myself to the ends of the earth while they sit back and do nothing. It even means putting in more effort into relationships where I haven’t, and the other person has. I’m stopping to hurt myself- both emotionally and physically. I’m being more honest to people about what I feel, whether its about them, or our relationship. I’m working hard for what I want. I’m putting in the hours, the effort, the sweat.

There’s always things I wish I could change, things that I wish I could have done differently. I wish I had lived in the moment, and enjoyed all the little things that were there, instead of always thinking about a supposedly perfect future. I wish I didn’t overthink of all the small things and make even happy situations bad for myself. I wish I didn’t put so my effort into things that would never work out. I wish I didn’t give some people the amount of time, thought and attention that I did. I wish I wasn’t so blind towards my real friends.
I wish I made more time for the people who always stuck by me. I wish I could undo stopping therapy. I wish I took more care of myself. Most people would call these regrets, but I’m telling myself to never regret. No regrets. No regrets. No regrets. You live and you learn.

Now it’s time to move on.
2020 is going to be my year. I’m going to make it my year. No excuses. No slack. No chill. I’m going to start living the life that I want to live, or at least work towards it. Bad days are okay. Crying is okay. But it isn’t permanent. I’m going to get up, get out there, and start again. I’m going to embrace who I am, cherish the small things, focus on the good, live in the present, and work towards my goals.
2019 has made me who I am, through all its ups and downs. But now its time for a new year, a new decade, a new tomorrow.
Let’s make every day count.

carving a sky.

day by day,
i’ll lift myself up
week by week,
i’ll pour my own coffee into a cup
piece by piece,
i’ll paint my life
step by step,
i’ll move past this strife,
years and years,
one day i’ll slowly die
but at least for now,
i’ll try carving a sky.



chop chop

Hi! So recently I chopped off 14 inches of my hair.
My hair is something that everybody notices, I’ve been told uncountable times how “beautiful”, “silky” or “smooth” it is. It used to flow past my lower back. and I chopped it all, till just past my shoulders. It was scary. But, it was for a cause that I’m supportive and proud of of- I donated my hair to the Hair for Hope Foundation, to make wigs for cancer patients. This has always been on my bucket list, and I’m proud of myself for achieving this goal so early in life 🙂
(p.s : I was surprised by how great my new hair looks!)



“what is wanderlust?”, a lot of people ask me.
and so i decided to finally put my take on wanderlust into words, for the world.

according to dictionaries:
a strong desire to travel.

i would agree to a certain extent with a dictionary.

but i have to say that meaning of wanderlust cannot be scribbled down into five simple words, so here you go, here’s some more words that i scribbled into a coffee stained notebook, that will hopefully provoke some emotion within you.

wanderlust is a traveller’s lust, where dreams of people are now dreams of places.

wanderlust is the feeling of wanting it all, the escape within the limited planet and its atmosphere.

wanderlust is not the feeling of wanting to look at cities you see in movies, but it is the feeling of wanting to get away from all the people, and go into pure nature.

wanderlust is the desire to roam through the deserted streets, with your little empty heart.

wanderlust is overcoming your fears, flying in airplanes if you are scared of heights, sailing in ships if you are prone to seasickness.

wanderlust is a feeling after you accept yourself, after you are truly comfortable with yourself, after you need nobody else.

wanderlust is not the desire to capture pictures to make your friends jealous, it is the desire to capture images and words in your mind, that is for you and yourself only.

wanderlust is running away from everyone, and everything, into the wild.

wanderlust is hanging out with the sun, the moon, all the stars, and everything beyond reach.

wanderlust is the feeling of being lured into the seven giant land masses, into the five unfathomable waters.

wanderlust is the feeling of not belonging, of knowing you’ll never have the feeling that you will belong.

wanderlust is real when you will walk that extra mile, when you are willing to skip a meal, when you are willing to give it all up for one sight.

wanderlust is losing many trees, countless cities, rivers, canyons, valleys, and knowing that it isn’t a disaster.

wanderlust is the start of wandering, in search of nothing whatsoever, but finding everything.

wanderlust is accepting to own nothing, no matter that can held between your five fingers, to feel everything.

wanderlust is the millions of undiscovered constellations.

wanderlust is magic.



to my parents.

the ones who first saw me, the ones who made sure i entered the world, who held me, as if i was a diamond and the entire world was dust.

the ones who bought me infinite toys of all sorts, books of animals, fruits and letters, CDs of the animations i still remember when i sleep today.

the ones who changed my diapers, who made sure my skin was softer than cotton and smoother than silk.

the ones who dressed me like a princess, who made me feel like a princess, with everything in the world at my command.

the ones who held me on the thunderstorm days, wrapping me safely in a blanket, and making sure that nothing could ever hurt me.

the ones who took me to the beaches, building sandcastles with me, the same way they started building me – with all their love.

the ones who i would laugh with, at all the little things in the world.

the ones who i could cry on, when a friend was being a little bit of a jerk by not sharing their latest hot wheels model with me.

the ones who taught me to get up from every fall, and keep running, and running, like the wind, who taught me that i could do anything.

the ones who tell me, “go show all those stupid boys who’s the boss”.

the ones who put food onto a plate, water in a glass and books and pens on the table, for me.

the ones who take me to look at the world, from cars, airplanes, ships and trains, in mountains, seas, deserts and valleys.

the ones who still brush their hands through my hair and kiss my head even after i let them down.

the ones who hold my hand every day and tell me that i can reach the stars.

the ones who still hang around with me even after i say that everything is fine.

the ones who’ve taught and showed me that life is hard, and that i have to work hard, and that i have the potential to go beyond all limits.

the ones who i can crawl to, and moan and cry for hours and hours about my broken heart, about all the hate, the peer pressure, the society, and all the hard things to deal with in the world.

the ones who i watch family comedy shows with, and laugh about all the things that we can relate to.

the ones who always have an answer to my question, even if the answer isn’t right, but have an answer that’s enough for my heart.

the ones who i will need all my life, no matter how independent i become.

the ones who will remain in my heart all my life, no matter who comes in my life and no matter who leaves.

the ones who are the most important in the world to me.

the ones who i want to make proud, who i want to say to everyone, ‘you know, my daughter did this….’, or ‘that’s my daughter’.

the ones who i can’t bear to see when they’re sad, the only ones that will completely upset my entire world with even a single frown.

the ones who give me the motivation and energy to open my eyes every single day and taught me go out and face the world.

the ones who taught me that i am not mediocre.

the ones who still keep me in their house no matter how many times i’ve crossed the line, let them down, or been a jerk.

the ones whom i’ve written endless poems about.

the ones who taught me that if i could love myself, i could be all the stars, and that i didn’t have to love some stupid boy.

the ones who brought me up such that today when a boy insults me or teases me, he leaves the scene with tears in their eyes.

the ones who told me that i could be bigger than all the faces that i’ve stuck onto my bedroom wall.

the ones who support me in every field, in every thing that i’m interested in.

the ones who let me soar in the sky, but still keep me anchored to the ground.

the ones who i push myself for everyday.

the ones who sit by my side when i can’t move a single muscle, and tell me that it’ll all be alright.

the ones who make sure that every bad decision is a lesson learnt for me.

the ones who continue to teach me how to survive in this big, bad world.

the ones who love me inside out, despite all my scars, flaws and sins.

the ones who i will love till the end of time.


i love you, mum and dad, like a lot. thanks for tolerating my nonsense and doing all that you do for me. i will make you proud, i promise.


looking for you.

I look for your face,
wherever I go,
in the city crowds,
and the passing crowds,
in vast fields,
and after every meal.
In empty beaches,
and forests filled with leeches.
in psychedelic concerts,
and near construction sites.
In cheap motels,
and in baseball stadiums,
in the lonely parks,
after midnight strikes.
Call me crazy,
call me a romantic fool,
but please just tell me,
that you look for my face too.



Dear 2016,

You were amazing. I’ll admit- you were really annoying at times- but I loved you. You’re definitely a big part of my life that I’ll never forget. You helped create so many memories, meet new people and gave me some great life lessons.

At times, I hated you. You just didn’t go to plan no matter how many times we rehearsed it in my head. You’d pull my hair and kick me. Shout at me and ditch me. Dig a hole to throw me in. But I guess you did it all for a reason. You wanted to teach me how to get out of the hole, defend your kicks, carry on even after you ditched me, shout louder than you, and get up and move on .

You were sometimes better than cotton candy. You were so much sweeter. You helped me discover my true self, learn new things, bring me closer to people, taught me to appreciate little things, laugh more, cry less, become fearless, and become closer to the person I want to be.

You’ve given me lots of ideas, dreams, thoughts, daydreams. You took me up lots of steps to discover who and what I want to be. You made me realize that I can’t reject opportunities anymore, that I can’t back out anymore, that I can’t give up anymore. You taught me to just go for it. And even though, I might still be a little scared, you got me past a lot. You made me realise that it’s okay to be down in the dumps, to just not feel like doing anything sometimes. But you also made me realise that getting up, and moving on, is worth it- and that I’m strong enough to do it.

Sometimes I think of all the little memories we’ve had together. Whether its winning a medal or not wanting to get up early, we’ve been through all that together.  We’ve seen so much together, and nobody else will ever see you the way I have. We went to the USA, Australia, Peru, Ecuador, UK together! Its amazing! How many memories of us can an album fit? Hardly any, if I think about it, because we’ve had too many memories. We went on 50+ flights together, weeks of road trips, and a whole year of instability. But I’m going to have to get used to sitting next to 2017 now.

You brought a lot of change in my world. Thank you for the turbulent ride, full of highs and lows, in different cars and planes, on different roads and skies.