The white t-shirt sticks to his body, Gripping every curve of his muscles he has built, While his longish hair is curled up, Giving it a twist. He shakes it off at me, Teasing me before he even comes close, I only grin at him, As I read him like a prose. His stubble tickles my neck, While he leaves kisses of droplets, He smells like rain and now, me, Living an unforgettable scene. song in the background: tum se hi from jab we met

I am a memory keeper, And a whimsical memory creator, Doing intentional things, To remember, As plot twists, In new chapters of life, I am a memory keeper, And I keep it forever.

Set up a scene in my head, And almost felt surprised, When it started happening in real, There was no reason, I could have said no then,...

The mountains ask for a price, To come visit them, Where distances are calculated in meters and altitudes, And price is calculated in...

Maybe its because of the weather, The coulds seem to have made a permanent home in the sky, And the cold air complimenting it, Has made...

Ek naam jo atka hua hai, Zehan mein kal se yun, Kyu yaad aa raha hai, Achanak se tu?

kuch logon ki wajah se kuch jagahon se pyaar ho jaata hai, thoda khudse bhi, thoda unse bhi. • purani yaadon mein rehkar nayi yaadein...

We are meant for mornings with good light, To moonless nights, With conversations plenty, And sleep scanty. We are meant for places with...