My words are less, Than the drops that pour, Giving me no reason, To let you know, The intensity of thoughts, That the mind holds, To say...

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...

To the boy who called me battery in public today, I know that you don’t know this but myopia is a condition in which close objects appear...

There must be some magic, In the beauty of the moon, As everyone falls for it, Every time they take a glance at it. #writing #moonpoetry...

When I wore grey this morning, My mother asked me why, I just looked at the sky, It was no different than what I wore. The sky being dull...

The time seems indifferent, From what I know it was, Certain minutes missing, Certainly a few paused. The shadows play the memories,...

Then I looked at you, Standing amidst the crowd, In the heavy downpour, Drenching wet to the bone, And people running across from you,...

Take me to some place which smells neutral to me and not of coffee, flowers or candle sticks. Take me to some place where you can wear...

Because I haven’t got answers to questions I’ve asked, I stumble to ask you many things. Because I’m anxious to even sit still in from of...

I took the box out, In which all the memories of the last year is kept, Every one of them tucked in safely, From the forgetful world. As...

I’ve been planning to write today’s blog since a month only to start writing it around 2:53 PM this afternoon. (such procrastination or...

I used to like the way the air essenced when you were around. From morning till the late evening, the essence just wouldn’t go. And I...