I look at the sunset, Through my window, And sigh, Looking at the colors, Faded, dull and lustreless, Wondering if, You’re seeing the...

They didn’t realize, That the other one was leaving too, When they were slowly stepping away, From something that meant the world to...

There are I miss yous hidden in the hellos said after days, Just like a warm glow of sunshine bursting through the clouded sky. There are...

It happens everyday, In all seasons, In all weathers, On all days, That I come across 11: 11 on the clock, Waiting there to make me look...

It’s 4 PM on a pretty Sunday afternoon. The sun is out for a second day in a row and the clouds are making a painting in the sky. I could...

It was something like this today, The air a little colder, The clouds a little darker, The songs a little lovelier, The conversations a...

Only few things get me through bad days. Prateek Kuhad’s songs. A perfect cup of tea. The clouds. Poetry. Today, None have worked. The...

Today the words demanded new, Poetry, place and person, To be drafted into verses, To be saved into notes, To be read when sad, To be...

Everything seems ephemeral these days, Minutes, days, months, Weather, seasons, transitions, Conversations, feelings, bonds, You, me, us....

Sometimes I think what’s the point of writing, When it is not going to be read by the one for whom it’s written, What is the point of the...

You’re in the middle of some important work while listening to songs which shouldn’t remind you of him. At least, not in the middle of...

There have not been a single day in the last 365 that has not been spent in remembering you. Why, I ask? What is the point of remembering...