I could write, Letters long enough, That the sentences could go, To the moon and back. Even then it won’t be enough, To tell you how...

Chaar degree tapmaan tha, Sang apne chaand aur asmaan tha, Do cup chai thi toh meri, Par mera yeh tumpar ehsaan tha. Ek cup toh maine...

I’m swinging these emotions, Along with me all day, Believing that maybe, I’ll find a way, To use some words, And express what I want to...

I’m struggling, To make sense today, And why wouldn’t I? Because I haven’t lived, Most of the hours In the present today. But relived...

That evening changed something, In you. In me. In us. Like it made us realize, How fickle moments are, Yet how striking they could be. To...

I realized I was no longer counting, The number of days we haven’t spoken, But actually the number of days, Until infinity that we won’t...

It never occurred to me, All these days, That it was serendipty, The way it all happened. You finding me, Or me you, Accidentally, Yet...

I’ve lived most days of this year, Surrounded by walls, Under a roof. But, I have wandered everyday, Under starry skies, And open air, To...

I want to wear you like my favourite sweater. The red faded one, with a hole in the left sleeve. For warmth and the feeling of belonging...

When I feared, That the longest night, Will be the darkest, I find light, Consciously shining, At the same place, I left it. Perhaps...

I will know one day, Sooner or later, The reason why I’m feeling, All these feelings. I hope then, It’s not too late, For me to tell you,...

Maybe you’ll call me colour blind, When I don’t see the red flags, Staring right back at me, With kind eyes I believe so much. Maybe I am...