It is the transitions, That make us US, From being goofy and ridiculous, To sophistication and someone stellar. The return of goofiness...

In the fields of yellow, Amongst sunflowers and butterflies, Where contrasting blues meet at horizon, Unloving is not hard. There’s so...

I know I don’t want to write about you, I’ve been told not to write about you, But whenever I tend to write about anything, It is you who...

Sometimes you’re done being brave the entire day, That at night, you just let your guard down, And when the tears come flowing, You don’t...

Did you get up in the morning tired? Did you think about how many more days you’ve to get up early this week and go to work until...

I see you taking on the phone while you crossed paths with me the other day; You won’t know about it. You didn’t see me. I don’t know who...

Kahaaniyaan kam ho gayi hai, Ya shayad kirdaar, Kya kare waqt hota hai hi nahi, Ab milkar baatein karne ka. — Either the stories have...

It’s draining going through the same situation over and over again and not being able to learn the lesson yet. Why is it that world is...

Braiding her long hair, Adding a touch of pink to her lips, Wearing the best of her dress, Tick-tocking in her heels, Slinging the bag on...

I’m at that point in the year when I don’t want to deal with anything, anymore. I’m done dealing with people with their want first world...

Ya yeh mausam sardi ka hai nahi, Ya yeh garmahat tumhari hai. — Either it’s not winter yet, Or it’s the warmth of you. #writing #winter...

When she caught him red handed staring at her, Instead of him being ashamed, She blushed. When she thought it was by mistake, He did it...