After a year, The war ended, And we met, As promised. But then, a war began, The moment we met, Like every story has a tragedy, We became...

I guess there's no right time, For words to say, For words to hold back. I guess there's no way, For me to go, For me to stay back.

Honestly? It doesn't make sense to me either, About everything that I feel yet don't say, And about everything you say but don't feel....

Sometimes I want to gather all my words, Like fallen leaves in the garden, And pack them up for decomposition. The words tend to grow my...

I have words, But I don't want to tell what they are, For you don't know their meanings, Or the language spoken in some land far. So,...

There are trails of your perfume left on my jacket, From the trails we walked on those days of silence and peace. There are a few words...