Girlishly

Why life after 25 Becomes difficult ? Like why so lost ? Why so much despair ? What are we searching ? Where are we heading ? Maybe because till 25, It's all decided, Like After 10th, it's 12th After school, it's graduation After Bachelors, it's Masters After that, it's the job. What next ? What after you have had parties ? What about the evenings after the job ? What about your dreams ? What about marriage ? What about kids ? What about marrying at 25 or 30 ? What about the social norms ? What about carving your own path ? What about your ageing parents ? Does any of this haunt you, Or make you feel  Too much human ? Or do these things, Leave you worried, And so you choose distractions, To avoid thinking, And finally choose to follow The routine.

I sit quietly   And talk to this night Which gives me chills, And fills me up with thrill, While the cold breezes, Ignite a sensation inside. I keep wondering Why do I want to belong What is that for which I long, Is it The simple talks, The reverent smiles, The ticklish touch, The notorious gaze, The teasing chase, The long nights, The coziness, The deep sighs, The random fights, Or is it, A moment gone by A memory to keep An addiction to past A future to seep ? The feeling of being someone's muse, Without any excuse Only love being the refuge. Is it the freedom I crave To be brave And do whatever I want, Or is it the stability of a cage That brings me peace, To know I have a safe place. Haunted by my own might To leave everything and take flight, What holds me back is this love Not for cage, but for less space, For fitting in and belonging, Not having to show any longing. What if I could choose both Stay in a place till it's fun an

These moments of fright When you don't want to ignite, Any arguments Or petitions, Just to make sure Peace is assured, Being unaware that if you burn inside Peace will never truly find a side, As a matter of fact We are all afraid to lose, Not just people But also bonds,  Not just love But also habits, Not just dependence But also attachments, Does anything count over you ? Does anyone get to overpower you ? Do you stand lesser in your own life ? Do you mean nothing in your space ? Does someone else has to define you ? Does someone else has to validate you ? Do you always need support ? Do you want to be treated like a sport ? These doubts are crippling, And bring in fear While making us believe, That without others We wouldn't be alive, The truth says something else Your life is yours in fact, Live it the way you deem right Don't bother about the other's pride, It's theirs to consider Not your responsibility, And so do not take accountability For people who are the