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....

Do you get that numb feeling darling, Right after you listen my poems, Does your heart skip a beat, Right after you read a stanza, Does...

If I’ve learnt something in this unusual day, Then it’s probably that the world sees you with different eyes, The ones which you don’t...

In that moment of scepticism, With flying thoughts, And unknown guilt, I wish I had an achor, To hold me back, Tell me it’s okay,...

Everything seems like a taunt, For that one in many foolish act, How I wish I could disappear, After doing a thing like that. A wish out...

There are some memories, We keep buried deep down, In a box with a lock, Whose key you throw away. Often it opens up, On occasions like...