We’ve come far away, From what we were a year ago, To what we are now, Perhaps surviving, Just because of the other’s existence, When...

I’ve too many thoughts in my head, Waiting to be turned into poetries, Only if you won’t mind, Me writing about you. I’ve too many...

I think you are mine, When you read my half-written poems, Trying to figure why have I mentioned, Someone else and not you in them. I...

​steps falling in place, right next to each other, the breeze swaying their hair, just like their hands swayed together. she wondered how...