MaybeMaybe tears aren’t weaknessMaybe healing sounds like breakingbecause it is.the careful shell I builtcracking opento let light touchwhat I’ve kept dark.I don’t know.I don’t know anything right nowexcept exhaustion livesin my bones from yearsof being fine, fine, finewhen nothing was fine.At least this falling aparthas weight to it,gravity and truthand the terrible reliefof finally, finallyletting…

You appeared againThough distance was safety.I built you betterin my mind than you were.The fantasy hurts.I chase what doesn’tchase me back.You were never youjust the mirror of my needto be enough. The ghost isn’t you.It’s who I was beforesome doors stayed closed.

“I love you. I think the hardest thing to acceptis that love doesn’t mean compatibility.” Someone knew.Someone wrote it down.Someone left itfor us to find. Love was never the question.Love was there in abundance—spilling over, drowning them both But love just watchedas they tore each other apartwith different needs,different speeds,different ways of being human. Love…

I dream of being a mediocre man,Utterly average, an unexceptional specimen.No greatness to aspire to, no failure to fear,Just blissful, unburdened, blessed mediocrity. I’d scale no mountains, set no world on fire,But neither would I feel the weight of expectation.I could simply exist, unencumbered by ambition,Free to revel in the glory of my own ordinariness.…

Bombay dreams in sepia tones,Konkan whispers through cracked phones.Kadak chai, now a bittersweet sip,Pani puri’s ghost on a longing lip.Local’s rhythm, a distant lullaby,Once scorned, now draws a wistful sigh.Mumbai’s chaos, a siren’s song,Calling me where I don’t belong.Reality fades, leaving only the shine,Of a home that was never so divine.Distance softens the rough and…