It’s as simple like that, One letter you craft, Without thinking much, Which makes her smile, And keeps her going the entire day,...

I didn’t believe it ended, The way it did, So straight and fast, That I couldn’t understand that, It’s a metaphor, This ending to the...

You reflect in my poetry, Like the moon, Which reflects on the ocean, In the middle of the night, Making the waves glimmer like stars....

All the photos you sent me, In the name of postcards, Are now mine to keep. And I finally have seen a place, In the form of you, Which...

It’s all about for whom you come back to; At the end of the day, Exhausted and overworked, To find peace and solace, In arms and hearts,...

In a world full of muses, I’ll be your poet. In a world full of storytellers, I’ll be your climax. In a world full of coincidences, I’ll...

Some evenings are the beginning of endings. Ending of over thinking thoughts. Ending of bad days. Ending of hope on certain situations....

I want someone to be obsessed with me. With the way I say a certain word. With the way I put emotions in words. With the way I get...

You’d just woken up from sleep, Your hair sticking out in all directions, Your lips dry; Until you notice me, Staring at them, And a...

She thought nothing could be as gloomy as her mood in the morning, Then she looked at the sky filled with clouds, Not dark, but white,...

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...

With cumulus all over the blue sky, Letting only little blues see, The sun glows up to me, Half smiling, Demanding a poetry. I laugh...