The tortured poets tend to do that right? Scribble and scribble and scribble a little more, To get the art out of their heartbreak, One...

...another thing about whatever was between us, it felt like his heart knew mine from a lifetime ago, despites screens and situations...

Your skin is regenerating from what it was yesterday, a little new and a little older too, forming wrinkles on your hands, forehead and...

Pick me up from the corner house With the pink bougainvillea, Come around the golden hour, I like how the sunlight falls there, And I...

Of 507 days, No, I'm not counting, I just remember the dates too well. I've probably not thought about you, On zero days in total, Not...

The day I start going out and not feel overwhelmed by the experience of it, it'll be all over for my older self who overthinks pre-plans,...

Truth be told, I'm a tad-bit annoyed, Under all the softness, And kindness that exists in me, I'm angry, I'm disappointed. I'm waiting...

After [screaming internally], For as long as I can remember, I saw the pressure cooker whistle, Screaming loudly, Even proudly, To...

I like the fact that, Someone in this big world, Thinks of inviting me to a party, With strangers who know each other, But not me,...

I keep on asking myself when does this end, This thing that's going on, That started without a warning, And is threatening me to doom,...

In my aspirational attempts, To go away, From reality, Even for a little while, I only find myself, Roaming in the compartmentalized...

What your worst fear? Mine is not getting out of this low phase of my life. Not figuring out what I am I supposed to do with all the time...