It takes much longer time, To forget someone, Than the actual time, You’ve been with them. Maybe because you give a piece of yourself,...

Isn’t it ironic universe, That with each passing day, It’s becoming tougher to let go. Like the sun setting in the west, Every evening is...

…and every time I think of moving on, There’s something in the light that asks me to hold on, A little while more, Slightly tight than...

Some evenings are the beginning of endings. Ending of over thinking thoughts. Ending of bad days. Ending of hope on certain situations....

I think about what you said, Back but ahead, I wonder what it means, What answers it screams. These are signs I know, Which the universe...

Right foot ahead, left now. Right then, left again. Right next, left’s turn. That’s how we walk and just put a foot in front of each...