Sometimes I think what’s the point of writing, When it is not going to be read by the one for whom it’s written, What is the point of the...

I don’t know who misses you the most, The city or me? The city shows me your name in every nook, I show the poem I’d scapred there...

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 truth strikes, When words bite, When facts objectify, When time subsides, When memories reconcile, Reality hurts. Image. #writing...

You’re in the middle of some important work while listening to songs which shouldn’t remind you of him. At least, not in the middle of...

There are enough poems written for you, About your innocence, And my heartbreaks, Let’s add another one here, Dealing conversations in...

Sometimes words are lost. Lost in conversations which never happened. Lost with the people who never came back. Lost with the letters...

Maintain safe distance because if you bump into him then the damages would be in the form of heartbreak. (Yours not his) Do not honk...

… you’ve come a long way from those heartbreaks. You’ve mended your heart so many times now that it just doesn’t seem yours now. It feels...

I keep going back to places, Where meetings were light, Long walks while holding hands, In the nooks of the night. Whispering jokes, That...

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...

Cheese and sauce, His loss. Fries and poppers, Girl hoppers. If pizza is bae, You don’t know how to slay. Cheese and sauce, His loss....