I see poetry everywhere. In the middle of the red traffic light. In the middle of the song which we can’t stop humming. In the middle...

All I want to do is, Tell a story out loud, Starting from the morning, Where it all started down South. The peonies blooming graciously,...

Under the bright blue sky, Where clouds fly like cotton balls, I form poems with every turn, On every road, Relating each passing...

She sits there, Smiling, wondering, analysing, If she belongs in the moment? With all the things, She doesn’t agree to do, If she belongs...

In my defense, There were too many signs, Oh, and so many, Coincidences happening in line, That I had no other option, But to fall in...

To all the pretty lines written, For all the pretty boys, There’s one he’ll want to read is, “I wrote this for you.” While I day-dreamt...

The mind, heart and soul are fighting again today. For you. Irony is, They all root for you. When you don’t even root for your own self....

No. No. No. I don’t want to jinx it. The weather, Cosy and unreal. The spring, Pretty and surreal. The flowers, Fragrant and ephemeral....

It smells of petrichor tonight, As I walk back on the winding road towards my home, But, I look up in the sky, Finding no clouds, But...

Long sleepless nights, Spent looking at the stars miles away from where we are. Long sleepless nights, In search of answers to...

Is that a sign, The wicked smile? Is that a sign, The chocolate and the wine? Is that a sign, The song on rewind? Is that a sign, Wild...

With his rare mood, It’s all fair, He dares me, For a rhyme scare. His sharp jaw, Sharper than his stare, Inspires me, To sell grapes...