Poetry is something which speaks when all the words don’t justify the way you are feeling. Poetry is something which screams all the...

I sit here, Within the confines of my blanket, Lights dimmed out, Hoping the sad feeling goes away, Can you feel sad, Even on a good day?...

At one point it became somewhat confusing of what I was actually feeling. It wasn’t the feeling of sadness when you wait for something to...

I don’t like going there. No, I don’t. I don’t like going to that place which has become the storehouse of our memories. I would have...

Do you miss someone so bad that you see them every where you look? Someone at the station waiting for the train to come, dressed up in...