I used to weave words, Into blankets on cold nights, Protecting me from the wind, Which hurts more than it heals. But, now, the blankets...

I don’t get, How twelve hours simply rush by, Without words, Spoken from the heart, Without words, Written from the soul, Without...

From shorter days, To shorter nights, From longer nights, To longer days, We’ve transitioned, Like the seasons, From cold winters, With...

A shiver runs down my body, As your fingers trace my back, And leave eventually, With marks of memories, Which will fade away, Like the...

You are like the sun smiling meekly, On a winter morning, With just enough warmth, One requires to glow, Caressing the skin, Leaving it...

The burning desires of the missing heart, Is scattered like ashes on a cold December evening, Asking for a little warmth of love, For...

The winter is creeping from the north, Bringing quieter mornings, With lots of fog, Heavy clouds roll in dark and grey, Is that why you...

In the cold, cold mornings, With the cold, cold winds, In the dim, dim lights, Under the warm, fuzzy blankets, Get yourself someone, Who...

How a little push, Leads to greater happiness, How a little effort, Leads to extreme fondness, How a smallsmile, Leads to incredible...

I don’t know how, It’s just wow, How easily it’s to reach each other. A pat on the back, A hi-fi on the way, A smile does the magic no...

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...

I like how the season changes from hot mornings with barely no clouds in the sky to cool mornings and the skies overcast. The feeling to...