“What is someone like me doing with someone like you? “What are you doing with someone like me?” “Don’t look at me like that, Riyaan!”...

The moment you tell someone that they saw them in the dream, doing a certain thing, saying a certain thing, looking in a certain way....

Two years, too late, We meet accidently. Evidently a coincident, That both of us, Chose to spend the evening, Besides the crashing waves...

It’s almost anachronistic, Us, in a way, From the very beginning, isn’t it? I almost left that apartment on the Seventh Street in...

Poetry cannot save a broken heart, For people are not poetry. They’re not metaphors, To be spoken in rhymes and rhythm. They’re not set...

I remember you standing under the Gulmohar tree, Looking up at my balcony, Calling my name, And asking me to come downstairs. I thought...

If I had to put us in a box, it would consist of the following: • My favourite scarf that you like wiping your hands on. it now smells...

Let’s stay up all night, Watching the stars shift in the dark sky, Glaring at the glory of the moon, Listening to all the songs that tell...

The chill in the morning today, Reminds me of the days with her, The ones that we spent together, Without a worry in the world. Her skin...

I realised it wasn’t love, Then when I thought only I was the one, Feeling special all day, all night, But you proved me wrong just after...

I don’t need a shooting star, To wish for something to happen magically, For I know that the universe is listening from afar, To all my...

I want to be petrichor on a regular evening in February that make you think of me and say, “Remember that evening when the world smelled...