bura ḍhoonḍan challi aan
jag men bura nah koi
jai apne aap de andar wekhiya
mujh se bura nah koi

I set out to search for wrong
I found no one wrong in the world
When I took a good look at my own self
I found there was no one more wrong than me


it’s chilly in here.

It’s chilly in here.
But my hearts racing in my chest
And the heat’s rising in my cheeks.
I look at your face,
You look at mine.
It’s chilly in here.
But my heart provides the warmth of a security blanket.
I look into your eyes,
My palm on the glass door between us.
Your palm meets mine at the glass.
Your eyes do not.
It’s chilly in here.
My heart freezes into ice.
I speak your name.
You look away.
It’s chilly in here.
My glass heart shatters,
The shards puncturing my lungs.
I have forgotten how to breathe.
You have forgotten me.


stupid.

Tonight, write about carrots;
How they’re orange like straight jackets,
How you eat them raw for lunch,
Although, don’t- that’s stupid.

Tonight write about taxis;
How they’re always going places,
How they’re warm on cold nights
Although, don’t- that’s stupid.

Tonight write about people;
How there are 6 billion of them,
How they all seem to like ice cream,
Although, don’t- that’s stupid.

Tonight write about words;
How there are a zillion of them,
How they fail you when you need them most,
Although, don’t- that’s stupid.

Tonight write about something;
How your mom’s the best cook,
How your dad always works hard,
Although, don’t- that’s stupid.


Tonight I attempted to write something that wasn’t about you.
Easier said than done.
I relate the entire universe to you.
When I talk about carrots,
I’m talking about how much you like them.
When I talk about taxis,
I’m talking about how much you’d rather take the bus.
When I talk about words,
I’m talking about how much I want you to say a particular three.
When I talk about people,
I’m talking about how much I want to be your person.
So yes,
I tried to write about something other than you,
Words failed me.


How soon is too soon?

Is it too soon to declare this the greatest love of the century?


eventually.

 
You stare at me.
I look at you.
You aren’t looking for something serious.
I’m not into meaningless flings.
You are not my type.
I’m not yours.
You are irresponsible and careless;
So cool and suave.
I’m insecure and cautious;
Such an unstable mess.
In my head I have it all worked out,
In my head I know
I don’t like you and the things you do,
Nothing will come of this.
Then I see you stare at me,
And I cant help hoping
We’ll fall in love;
Eventually.

well, hello.

hello,

i’m sanjna.

this is me.

i’m ordinary.

i write.

i feel.

i breathe.

i survive.

you’ll see.

i speak.

please listen