I smell of a perfume, Which no longer belongs to you, Less musky, More Lavendery. I suppose, This suits better on me, Less power, More...

The crescent moon, Tells me to write a poem, About how I’ve stopped thinking about him, He is a tease I must say, For bringing him again...

I know I don’t want to write about you, I’ve been told not to write about you, But whenever I tend to write about anything, It is you who...

I see you taking on the phone while you crossed paths with me the other day; You won’t know about it. You didn’t see me. I don’t know who...

Braiding her long hair, Adding a touch of pink to her lips, Wearing the best of her dress, Tick-tocking in her heels, Slinging the bag on...

When she caught him red handed staring at her, Instead of him being ashamed, She blushed. When she thought it was by mistake, He did it...

You weren’t here, Until you actually were, Again in the thoughts, Not in person otherwise. I wonder, If you are real, In the pictures I...

Ab toh muskurahat bhi takalluf ho gayi hai, Fir kyunki raaste jo na milte the, Ya kahin kho tum gaye the. Ab toh goonjegi galliyon mein...

Bas ab toh jaane do, Na koi naya ehsaas aane do, Jo the unhe bhulaane do, Ye dillagi ab mitaane do. Bas ab toh jaane do, Na koi khwaab...

Books are not just printed words in a sequence, they’re not just a story with characters, they’re not an escape from the world, they’re...

Kisi ko kehdo idhar dekh le, Bahar aakar ab nikal gayi, Haal kabhi koi puch le, Par ab toh raahe bhi milti nahi. Kehte hai yunhi bas...

Bas yunhi dhal jaata hai din, Idhar udhar tehalte hue, Jaane kyu woh aate nahi, Ab humari galliyon mein. Mod koi naya hai, Yaa raaste...