(Written at age 16-17.)
dosti ki nahin jaati, ho jaati hai,
zindagi to iske bine jaise kho jaati hai
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- Dance Alone
- Explain
- Across Empty Rooms
- Were You to Ever
- I Refuse to Accept
- Who Are You?
- Kaash Zindagi Maut Hoti
- (For Bugaboo)
- My Last Breath
- How Many
- Tere Jaane Ko
- Aasmaan Bhi Neela
- Dosti Ke Hone Ko
- Teri Aankhon Mein
- Lovers' Love
- Vacuous Whole
- Ramble in Upson
- "Mohit"
- Am I Still
- Teri Aankhon Ki
- S
- Parking Lot
- Tell Me (2)
- Would You
- Beat Like This
- Colours
- Blasphemy
- 19th
- Tell Me (1)
- My Man
- The Beauty of Your Eyes
- Walk Home
- Tears Made of Diamonds
- Fairytale Love
- Alternate Universe
- We
- (Untitled Series)
- Desert
- Searching
- Ghaleez Se Khyaalon Mein
- Woh Ishq Ke Raaston Ko
- Murjhaate To Hain Phool Bhi
- Yeh Toofan To Dekho Zara
- Hai Chaandni Mein Bhi
- Bahut Lambe Ho Rahe Hain
- Teri Bewafaai
- Maut Bhi Kaisi
- Maangte Hum Kuch Aur Nahin
- Maut Se Ab Kya Darr
- Jaao Ab
- Uljhi Latein
- Kya Haasil Hoga
- Yeh Jo Humaari
- Bewafaai
- Khafa Ho Jab
- Itne Doobe The
- Pyaar Bhi Ajab
- Woh The To
- Dosti
- Jo Tumhaare
- Maana Mohobbat
- Dil Se Dil Ka
- Tum Nahin Jaante
- Pyaar Ko Samjhe Bina
- Ai Hawa
- (Small Pieces)
- Music
- Before You Go
- Our Future
- Meaningless
- Worthless
- Pain and Love
- Betrayed by My Own Tears (2)
- Betrayed by My Own Tears (1)
- Ramble
- When I'm with You
- 16th Birthday
- (Haikus)
- (Epigram)
- In and Out
- Imagination
- Priceless Peace
- The Man on the Terrace
- My Best Friend
- Vain Spirits
- I Feel
- Sanctuary!
- Death
- The Oppressive Silence
- Wrath and Hurt
- Antidote
- The Sin of Happiness
- To Remain a Child
- Change
- Tears from Heaven
- The Missing Beat
- Farewell
- The Moon
- I Need Someone
- Dawn to Dawn
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About Me
- Kriti
- Analyzing and over analyzing. Loving. Hating. Being. Seeing. Hearing. Talking. Closing my eyes. Breathing. Thinking. Thinking that I'm thinking. Believing. In very few things...but believing in them with every fibre of my being. Dancing. Till my heart is on fire. Watching TV shows. I'm addicted. Math. Programming. Mahabharat. It's fascinating. Discussing religion and its evolution. Ramadan. It's uplifting. Reading. Writing. Words. Learning. Trying. Giving. Waiting for the one I lost over the stupidest and horriblest mistake ever.
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