My poetries, Your unsaid words, Leave us, With thoughts, Unspoken and mysterious, Inferring moods, All-day and all night long, While all...

It just doesn’t end like this. You, Me, Us, We. This. Whatever this is. You met me in the middle of winter last year. Just when the birds...

Everything is simply black and white to her. From the blue sky to the white clouds and from the yellow sunflowers to the red gulmohars,...

I open the windows of my 18th floor apartment’s bedroom and let the cold air hit my face, ruffle my long, straight hair, and take away...

As I listen to Prateek Kuhad in the middle of the afternoon while struggling to finish the work pending from last week, I realize how I...

A loud sound waking her up, A flash by the window a second later, A shadow appearing then, This is not a story out of a book. The window...

It’s when I’m almost getting to the point where I’m not thinking about you, my heart fights to forget the idea of the existence of a...

I sit under the shade, Of the banyan tree, You told me about, Years ago when we were in love. I sit under the shade today, Remembering...

It’s been a day in which all my energy, hope and willingness was being sucked from me just like the dementors sucked the soul out of a...

My head hurts. It feels like some Lilliputians are hammering my head from within for an escape from the scattered and redundant thoughts....