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...

Today the words demanded new, Poetry, place and person, To be drafted into verses, To be saved into notes, To be read when sad, To be...

Everything seems ephemeral these days, Minutes, days, months, Weather, seasons, transitions, Conversations, feelings, bonds, You, me, us....

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...

On a day like today, When you miss everyone at bay, You can either sing songs sad, Or dance like someone mad, Reminiscing the memorable...

You come back after all this time, At least, in memories, Bringing all the feelings back, Sung in songs and poems, Captured in polaroids...

There hasn’t been a single day in the last year when I didn’t think about how lovely you were as a person. There hasn’t been a single...

There have not been a single day in the last 365 that has not been spent in remembering you. Why, I ask? What is the point of remembering...

The black striped shirt, Stayed in the front of my closet, For a year before I wore it, On the day you said goodbye. The black striped...

Never had I ever thought that this place would exist, In times when I couldn’t form a proper sentence without fringing, In times when...

No one knows miles away, Why does your voice break, Starting in nothingness, The heart aches. No one knows miles away, About the poetries...

I sit on my old chair today, By the window, Looking at the city lights, Shining so bright that my eyes hurt looking at them. I like the...