It’s almost anachronistic, Us, in a way, From the very beginning, isn’t it? I almost left that apartment on the Seventh Street in...

I tried, Since morning, To believe in, Something more than I could see, To accept, Something more than I could believe, To calm, The...

The weight of the words, Spoken and unspoken, Haunt her at night, But hide when the sun comes up, Scared to be acknowledged, In broad...

Being a writer, I deal with a lot of words on a daily basis. Even when I’m not writing, I’m thinking about what I would write, If I was...

It looks all quiet and orderly outside, But you don’t know the chaos forming within, Intensifying with every passing minute, Yet patient...

I don’t know now, I tell you how, Chaotic the words are. For if I could, I definitely would, Without being so bizzare. #writing #rhythm...

Words etch the memories, Of each day and night, Creating meadows of poems, And stories of the midnight. These words are the strings,...

Kehne ko toh yaar hai, Bas zindagi hi kasurwaar hai. Meethi baatein hazaar hai, Kadwe toh bas ishtehaar hai. Yaadein toh gulzaar hai,...

There’s nothing one can do, If you are tired of being you, Waiting in the evenings, For the stars to shine and blink. The songs by your...

If we knew we were ephemeral, We would have probably spoken a little earlier, A little longer, A little more than necessary, Sharing...