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...

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...

Ya yeh mausam sardi ka hai nahi, Ya yeh garmahat tumhari hai. — Either it’s not winter yet, Or it’s the warmth of you. #writing #winter...

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...

Some closures come when you least expect them to come. It comes on a busy sunny afternoon in the middle of something important. Not when...

I guess people are scared, To read what I write about them. That’s why when they know me, They stop reading the poems. They’re scared to...

When the white of clouds, Fly in the blue of my sky, That’s when I know, Today will be another goodbye. Of fear and doubts, From the...

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...