Hope is something that keeps us going in this life, But it is the reality that keeps us alive, So, when I think what lies in between the...

It’s not working out. The dreams. The hopes. The wishes. The poems. The photographs. The sunsets. The clouds. The books. The songs. The...

She has her feet in sand, Mind amidst the clouds, Writing poetry for the sea, She’s in love no doubt. With the air that blows her hair,...

None of the thoughts are permanent, Just like the people in life, They come as they please, And go as per their will. None of the...

I’m a hopeless romantic. Chasing pretty sunsets. Always looking up to see the clouds. Finding hidden meanings between the lines of books....