I think about my past a lot.
Maybe I'm Retro-Sexual.

Swimming instructor asked
how long I can hold my breath.
I said I'm from Delhi —
My Record is 23 Years!

Met a guy whose shirt said
"infinite reasons to be happy."
He could name five.
I gave him a reason to cry.
(now he has to return the shirt too)

I'm okay dying at 30.
It's only 40 years early.
My last flight was 40 minutes late —
maybe this is the compensation.

I built a morning routine
to fix my life.
Meditation, journaling,
reading, gym, shower.
Two hours of pure discipline.

"Were you always funny?"
No, I went to school for it.
"Which school?"
The normal one.
The bullying and trauma
did the rest.

"Do something today
to make someone smile."
Can we define "someone"?
What if it's a psychopath?

Everyone at my home
is so religious.
Even the chickens
have started laying eggs here.
It's a safe space for them.

I started losing hair
in my early 20s.
But I'm getting comfortable
in my own skin…
Because that's all I have now!!