Isn’t it annoying, To write about the feelings, You have felt, But no longer feel, Howsoever good they were. Isn’t it sad, To go back and...

There are situations so simple, Yet so difficult to solve, Some, creation of your own will, and some of your own thoughts, Why then we...

Today demands for another day apart from the regular days of the week. I don’t even want a Saturday or a Sunday which can act like a...

The recent few days, Seems like a test, I never signed up for, But, anyway, Life never asks, If we’re ready to give it or not, Or do we...

There’s so much more than what I write, Waiting somehow to get it right. The words choked up, In throat or thought, Someway, somehow,...

How the word upset has a combination of two positive words and yet means something which is totally disheartening and broken! Today’s...

Unkind, Inconsiderate and Unreasonable are the three prominent words which can describe my day in a very appropriate manner. Sometimes...

I wonder, deeply, thoroughly, with all the senses active, what will happen if people agree to others opinions respectfully for once and...

The beep beep beep noise of the rickshaw turning blasts in my ears along with the honking of the various vehicles on the road. It sounds...

​I don’t think there’s anyone who tends to take any efforts to understand me. They only want to keep their own point irrespective of...

In and Out. Poem #5. She laughs, At her own jokes. She’s happy, To be back. She lives each day, As her last. Enjoys, To be back. Sleeps...

In and Out. Poem #4. She screams, Hears herself, Cannot be like this, Anymore. She pushes her day, Tries to smile, Gets smiled back, A...