If you think, It’s a win, To talk to me 24/7, In this galaxy, Then baby, Let me tell you something, It’s not even a minute, In the land,...

The sky and I were talking today, About you, And the poetries I’ve written, About the songs you’ve sung, Under the night sky, Staring at...

There are some things, You can’t let go, Like the warm embrace, On a cold winter morning; Amongst the rustling dry leaves, And a little...

It feels like chaos, Or it is really, Everything that is happening, Out of my head? The noise seems blending, With the thoughts lately,...

I remember how easily I told you about how my heart ached for love, for warmth, for an embrace. How, then, I remember you easily used it...

There lies no direction, Only smoked up lanes as far as I can see, Or maybe I’m looking in the wrong direction, Or not looking at...

I look outside the window, As the train chugs by the meadows, Lush green with red flowers blooming, Dancing with the summer wind. I see...

I want you to remember me with every sunset, Because the days are all chirpy and warm, It’s the cold night that brings all the thoughts...

Probably the poems mean more than I intend them too, Taking cryptic messages, Into the sky blue, I wish I could become more transparent...

You jingle and jangle the strings you hold, Of words and poems, Songs and all, You don’t know what they mean in real, The ones you wrote,...

We sat there, Under the golden light, Of the sun setting, Beyond the horizon, Contemplating decisions, We are yet to make, As we break...

Maybe I’ll never ever have anyone to look at half-done paintings in a hidden art gallery in the middle of the bustling street of London....