˗ˏˋ 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 ´ˎ˗

ik rasta hai zindagi
          jo tham gaye toh kuch nahi
          yeh kadam kisi muqaam pe
          jo jam gaye toh kuch nahi... 
          
          happyy new year 2025! another year of experiencing new things and triumph <3 moving forward with some failures and accomplishments, along with lessons. truly living for the hope of it all! 

miss you, hope you're doing well<3 

i never imagined i would miss myself—the unstoppable, spontaneous and wild. even a tsunami halts eventually, but that doesn't define unstoppable. true unstoppable knows no end, not until death. for women like us, there's no pause, because faltering midway invites judgment. they call you out for stepping out first, and then you stop. you don't want to regret that bold escape; it was the foundation and fuel of your drive. they say ambition is unattractive in women, but what's truly unattractive is waiting around, not  walking out for the dream.
          
          ~ar 

i think you're scared of keeping
          somebody close
          you'll never stop this flame
          i will never let you go

poetry update! happy reading!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/1494635802?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=travist_ 

chahe jo bhi hasrat poori kar le
          rukegi na fitrat yeh samajh le
          mitt jaayegi teri hasti
          barh na paayega yeh dil bandeya

mind wandering isn't only the way which take us to nostalgic tour, it is the tune of your favourite, most played song at that time, it's the lively feeling which is the evidence of those life giving moments. found in chipping paint of nooks and corner of home. it lies beneath the box named 2014, consisting of small snippets and memories. nostalgia exists in our previous self, our dormant habits, evolving phase which might glides us to some happy, some unpleasant arc. many times, it could be those rare genuine joyous memories, sometimes soul wrecking instances, which you would never want to relive. though, bitter or sweet, moments like these, are part of our being, which can't be segregated from our being because these memories and moments defines who are we now. newer self who thrive on pain and restlessness. who grows on these precious days.
          
          ~ar 

it begins with something like this, when that one tree reminds you of a gothic literature, feigning the aura of mysteries and uncertain ways of articulating plots. amidst the greenery and scenery, the amalgamation of raw rain and smoldering winds. sometimes , don't you feel, a need for a new city, new uncertain feelings and beginnings. tossing and running through the paths, at the same time having these second thoughts that enable you to thrive onto the crumbs. just how lichens grew up in the bare rock, rising into thriving flourished forest. when the moon moves in the middle of the night, dialing towards daytime, which clocks away with sun showers. it's a deceiving way to hide behind the branches of multiple thoughts. 
          
          ~ar // 1:08 // 14.09.24

you don't wanna be high like me
          never really knowing why like me
          you don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster
          and be all alone

ITS SHAMAILAH, i genuinely don't think you'll remember cuz I've had like five hundred different names