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...

You made lots of promises to me. Promises which you kept. All of them. Only if you could break just one of them. Just one. You promised...

You’re stuck on my mind like the song I can’t get out of my head since afternoon. Soulful, soothing and hard to forget. You and the song....

If I tell you to imagine the colour amaranthine then you wouldn’t be able to do so until you have actually seen the colour before. If I...

It seems so difficult for someone who has her heart on her sleeve every time to find true love. Each time she meets someone, she thinks,...

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...

Heartbreak comes in installments. One when you realize your heart is breaking. Second when it is close enough to be broken. Third when it...

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...