Only few things get me through bad days. Prateek Kuhad’s songs. A perfect cup of tea. The clouds. Poetry. Today, None have worked. The...

Storms might be on your way, Or the calm waves of the sea, Strangers on known routes, In a life, Busy as a bee. Find peace in the sea,...

You say not today, When your home is on fire, Amidst the snow storm. You say not today, When the night demands to settle, Unsettling the...

When the wings are too shy, To fly even slightly high, All you need is someone to catch you, While you fall despite the try. Hold you...

I know exactly how many steps it’s going to take me to reach my bed from the main door of my house even with lights out. Mind it, I won’t...

This is the feeling of missing something. Something close to the heart. Something which keeps the mind from breaking apart. Something...

In the last 12 years, Indian Premier League has been the tournament that has not only set standards for international cricket but also...

I’ve written some intimidating stuff. So much intimidating that sometimes, I’m surprised by my own poetry. It’s scary to know that I’m...

It’s annoying to feel a certain way on certain days. Annoying because it’s tiring to smile until your cheeks hurt. Annoying because it’s...

All the sad songs seem to be have written for this one moment where everything seems broken and unmendable. Each word, each lyric...

The setting moon, The cool breeze, I sit by the ocean, Breathing deep, The saltiness of the air, Or the tears on my cheek, The cold sand...

I look up to see how everyone is holding up against the demons they’re facing in their lives. It fascinates me how they could read a map...