Chiku Diaries

 Dekhein toh yeh do shabd, lagte ek jaise, Lekin andar jo dekhe, samajh le faasle. Moh aur lat ke beech, hai akash-patal ka farq, Ek bas jism ka bandhan, ek prem ka tark. Moh toh lagav nahi, asani se chut jaye, Par lat woh agni hai, jo pagal bana jaye. Moh hai akarshan, jo nazar tak simat jaye, Lat woh pyar hai, jo rooh tak utar aaye. Hanikarak dono, par fark hai gehra yehi ahas, Moh chhup jaye sapno ke paar. Par jo chhule prem ki lat ka ras, Wahi samjhe jeevan ka asli gulzar. Moh hai ek dhund, jo pal mein dhal jaye, Lat woh ehsaas hai, jo rooh tak samaaye. Jisne apnaya ki ishq hi jeevan ki ruh, Wahi samjhe khud ko khokar milne ka sukoon.

They asked me, “What is love?” How can anyone truly define it? Without experiencing this nectar, I find myself without a real answer. If I had a lover, I might say that love is him. But instead, I cling to dreams  the hopes I call love.  To me, love is what makes you stay when the world tries to pull you away. It’s sharing the last bite of your favorite meal, even when you’d rather keep it for yourself. It’s the freedom to be your most raw self, without fear of judgment. It’s the warmth of a smile that lingers, even after arguments over the smallest yet most significant things. Love is when I’m gone, yet I live on into someone’s soul, someone’s memory. Love isn’t something you try twice; it happens just once, and when it does, it lasts forever. If it brings only pain and leaves you broken, it was never love. It’s amusing how people today dilute love’s essence into fleeting infatuations and shallow attachments.  True love is never one-sided. It’s two people holding ea...

 The word ‘word’ carries a weight beyond letters. It shapes how we see, how we feel, how we exist. I used to love words pretty, adorable, beautiful, magnificent, gorgeous. They felt like treasures, distant yet dazzling. Maybe that’s why they never belonged to me. I longed for deep eyes that others fell into, for skin they called flawless, for a face they deemed beautiful, and a body they envied. I wished for all the things that would make me visible, worthy, at least an option in their world. But instead, I was handed other words. Ugly. Failure. Useless. They say inner beauty is what matters, but we all know the truth. The world judges at first glance, and no kindness within can shield you from the distance their eyes create. For me, those cruel words became constants, firm companions. Even when I wanted them gone, they gripped to me like shadows. I dreamed of brighter words, the ones that spark joy and light. But the darker ones are what stayed, binding me to a side of language I ...