[naruhitonike]

in english we say im in love,

lekin shayaro ki bhasha mein hum kehte hai

mein todd leta agar tu gulaab hota

mein javaab banta agar tu sawaal hota

sab jaante hai ki mein nasha nhi karta

mein pi leta agar tu shaarab hota

[naruhitonike]

I spent so long believing the world was gentle the way i was,

I thought if I stood by people honestly, they would do the same for me.

So when everyone painted her as the wrong one,

I stayed beside her and told them they simply didnt understand her.

I defended her in rooms, she'll never even know about,

thinking she was softer than the world made her seem.

But all it took was me admitting something hurt me,

not asking her to change

just hoping she'd understand it differently

And somehow, in the end, I became the bad person like always,

The same girl I protected, looks at me and goes around calling me a bitch

Funny how i spent so long defending her from the world

just for her to prove the world right

[naruhitonike]

teri bahahon mein aakar sab theher sa jaata hai,

jaise dil ko sara sukoon mil gaya ho.

Teri aankhon ki khamoshi bhi itni pyaari hai,

ki bina lafzon ke bhi sab samjha jaati hai.

Tere saath mein, mein bann jata hun

na koi darr, na koi chinta, bas ek bachpana

kabhi kabhi teri khamoshi thodi si dara deti hai

jaise hawa ruk si gayi ho kisi pal ke liye

par kahin na kahin mujhe malum hai sab thik ho jayega

kyuki tu door hoke bhi door nhi lagti

Tu paas ho toh waqt bhi dheere chalne lagta hai

jaise zindagi ne thoda sa aaram seekh liya ho

aur main samajh jata hun har baar yahi

ki tere saath rehna hi mera sabse surakshit jagah hai

[naruhitonike]

It’s been fifteen days of quieter hours,

no reels pulling me out of my own mind.

Time doesn’t slip the way it used to,

it stays, steady, like it was meant to.

I notice things I used to scroll past,

conversations, pauses, even my friends,

sitting there without rushing away,

without needing a screen in between.

Even the food feels like it’s mine again,

maybe they liked it, maybe they didn’t

but for once, that didn’t matter,

I knew I did, and that was enough.

[naruhitonike]

I don’t reach for my phone every few minutes anymore,

no need to check who texted, who didn’t.

The day feels quieter in a good way,

like I’m finally hearing my own thoughts again.

Friends are still there, nothing has changed,

just the space between moments feels softer now.

No more scrolling past hours I won’t remember,

no more chasing conversations that can wait.

I sit with time the way it comes,

unrushed, unlit by notifications.

And somewhere in that quiet,

life starts to feel real again.

[naruhitonike]

God never gives you the people you want....

God gives you the people you need

[naruhitonike]

ki mere darwaaze par dastak

aksar aakhir mein hi hoti hai,

mere darwaaze ko koi

sabse pehle kabhi nahi khatkhatata.

main dekhta hoon apni khidki se aksar

mere darwaaze ka mauka hamesha

aakhir mein hi aata hai.

mil jaayen agar logon ko log,

to is darwaaze par phir koi nahi aata.

jab log logon se bichhad jaate hain,

jab darwaaze kam pad jaate hain,

tab mera darwaaza baj uthta hai.

main phir dekhta hoon apni khidkiyon se

mera mauka har baar aakhir baar hi aata hai.

[naruhitonike]

They look at us and already decide the story,

the way I stand a little too close,

the way she smiles before I even speak.

They say it's obvious.

Say no one "just helps" that much.

Say no one looks at a friend like that.

I just shrug, let them talk.

Let them stitch their theories together.

People love a good storyline.

while she's just someone I show up for,

and I've dont think need a label to explain that.

[naruhitonike]

It’s funny how I expected honesty later

from someone who lied so easily before.

I trusted promises made after endings,

like truth suddenly mattered once I stopped staying.

You kept your story louder than the facts,

painted me wrong so you could sleep better.

I stayed quiet, thinking silence was dignity

didn’t realise it would be rewritten as guilt.

Now I watch you protect your image,

using my name as the cover.

Funny how the one who broke everything

acts shocked when I stopped explaining myself.

[naruhitonike]

I grew up believing I was never the first choice,

that beauty skipped my name without apology.

I learned to stand in the background,

to admire love from a safe distance.

Then you chose me.

Not out of pity, not because you had to,

but with a quiet certainty

that made me forget how small I used to feel.

In your eyes, I wasn't "less,"

I wasn't something to look past.

I was enough, completely

and being chosen like that felt like love itself.

[naruhitonike]

Can I be the poem,

and not the one bleeding ink?

The admired, not the one quietly looking on?

The chosen, not the one hoping?

The loved, not the one loving too much?

Can I

for once in my life

be wanted without proving my worth?

I've lived as

the giver,

the believer,

the one who stays even when it hurts.

But just once...

can I be the destination,

and not the one always learning how to leave?

[naruhitonike]

They say don’t judge a book by its cover,

but somehow mine is always returned unread.

I walk into rooms with hope in my chest,

and walk out wondering what’s wrong with my face.

Friends drift away like I was temporary,

like I was something they tried and outgrew.

They laugh, they stay, they choose someone else,

and I’m left asking what I did wrong just being me.

Even the girl who said she loved my soul

couldn’t look past what the world sees first.

She promised forever, then found excuses,

and I learned love has conditions I never met.

So I learned to sit with rejection quietly,

to smile while it carves into my self-worth.

If being myself is what makes me unlovable,

then tell me why am I always the one left behind?

[naruhitonike]

I never wished to walk away,

But you made me feel I had to stay

Out of your path, out of your skies,

As if my love had clipped your ties.

So here I stand, my hands let go,

Not by choice but you said so.

Now you can laugh, and run, and roam,

While I watch silence take my home.

Remember this was not my will,

It's what you asked and hurts me still.

[naruhitonike]

Why am I never the name you call,

When you must choose, I'm last of all.

I gave my time, my soul, my fight

Yet still, I'm never your first right.

What crime did I commit, my dear,

To stand so close, yet not be near?

I stood beside you, day and night

But others take my place in sight.

Tell me, where did I go astray?

Why do they matter more each day?

chose you first, through pain and fight

Yet still, I'm never your first right.