He says, he wants to be the metaphors of her poetry, She says, she’ll try to find something as lovely as him to make him the metaphor....

I go back and read the old poetries I wrote, Some for you, Some for us both, Everyone of them says just one thing, It all happened for a...

He talks like the boys from the books I read. Like a varsity guy, With a passion high, Trying to impress a little, But doesn’t want to...

It thought I’d let it go, In the air, Up, above, somewhere, Over the oceans, Sand dunes and sun’s glare. But I found it, Right behind me,...

I want to look at you while you catch butterflies and fireflies because I love the way your forehead wrinkles while you concentrate to...

I’m that kind of a person who gets obsessed with books. If I finish reading a book and I really really like it, it becomes difficult for...