Show me where you get that, That thing you wear on your face all the time? The one that makes you, Look so gorgeous and pristine Tell me...

When I feared, That the longest night, Will be the darkest, I find light, Consciously shining, At the same place, I left it. Perhaps...

Who is it that makes you feel alive, When all you know about yourself seems to die, As days go by, And conversations rely, On how many...

It’s all fascinating, The darkness, And the lights, The connection, And the fights, The songs, And the poems someone writes, Not just for...

The air has changed, From hot to cold, The leaves on the trees, Are falling after being gold. The sun sets a little early these days,...

​Oh, you all say that you want no small talk and want to talk about atoms, space and about some or the other deep shit. But, I say, it...

The sky is filled with the heaviness of the water filled dark grey clouds which are just on the verge of bursting and drenching the whole...