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

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...