The charms on my bracelet, Tinkle with the wind, Each telling its story, Of years without an end. For the journey of a wandering soul,...

Does the writer ever gets written about, Her eyes, Her smile, Her laughter? Does the writer ever get mentioned, In someone’s story, In...

Do we actually know what is happening, When all we do is believe, In things only visible to the eyes. But, what about the ones, That are...

I want to scream, loud, loud, loud. Listen to all the love songs, loud, loud, loud. Write poems dreamily and say them, loud, loud, loud....

The smiles which keep you awake at night, And the mornings when they won’t let you sleep, The people who are great but you cannot keep,...

​Well, you call the situation different; better than before and containing much more constituents than the last time. Yet the fear of...