The moment felt like a closure, Only that it wasn’t, Turned out a circle, Another year long. The last circle, Made a tangent, Touching a...

The beats, The rhythm, The boost, The rhyme, The steps, The hops, The smiles, The heart, Synchronized, To either create a disaster, Or...

I’ve written poems, Too many maybe, Or too less, I cannot decide, For people who don’t know me, Or lesser they care. I wonder if they...

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

The longing for a person leads them to enter in your dreams uninvited, Saying and doing things possible but unexpected. Talking and...

Few days aren’t just dates on the calendar but a tunnel filled with memory boxes lined up from the ceiling to the floor. Each box...

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 think what makes us miss few moments is the fact that we cannot live them ever again. I think what makes us miss few people is the fact...

Those random eye contacts in the lobby, And the random nudges while passing down the hallway, The random smiles which creep up your face,...

I started re-reading a book yesterday which I have already read in 2015. The Geography Of You and Me talks about two teenagers who keep...