I’m struggling, To make sense today, And why wouldn’t I? Because I haven’t lived, Most of the hours In the present today. But relived...

Maybe when we will look back, At everything that’s been happening lately, We will realize, How honest our heart was, When we said, All...

The pictures keep piling on my bed, As I try to find one amongst so many, Which don’t have a memory attached to it. But, with every photo...

Kaiyo ko yaadein yaad nahi rehti, Aur meri yaadein hai ki, Jaati nahi.. Socha na tha ki, Tum itne ziddi rahoge, Dil mein rehke ke liye,...

The stars twinkle back, The moon illuminates from being a cresent, The waves rush back to the shore, The pendulum swings back and forth,...

I don’t like going there. No, I don’t. I don’t like going to that place which has become the storehouse of our memories. I would have...

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

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...

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...

zhoooop.. The train on the opposite sides passes like a bolt of lightning and waking me up from the train of my own thoughts at the end...

The reason why I never delete the photographs of the people who were a part of my life but no longer mean anything to me is because I...

​The unsettled air, The dust flying, The smell of old memories. The echoing laughter, The silly pranks, The visions of old memories. The...