My childhood keeps dying, In the lanes I've grown up in, Destroying one thing at a time, As if the universe is cleansing, Everything I...

I've sat at this window for hours, over the years, talking to friends, myself and the universe, telling secrets to the universe through...

Every grief leads me to that one grief, And makes me think, If the home was still there, Maybe it would be a little less sad than today....

If you stop me randomly on the road, And ask me where I live, I will, for a fact, Say your address, And then, sadly, Correct myself....

We live in an old, rustic, two story apartment building with a banyan tree in the front yard. This building and this tree has seen more...

The door of my house is open, And I should wake up and go check, If it really is? Don't you see how consciously, I'm still dreaming, Of...

I relate to the Welsh word hiraeth a lot today. Hiraeth is the deep longing for something. Something that isn't home but feels like home....

I'm finding my way to your home, Maybe it's a place you grew up, Maybe it's somewhere you found yourself, Maybe it's draped in sunlight,...

When I say I miss home, I mean, I don't miss the four walls and the roof that held me safe but I miss how the November setting sun casted...

The grief returns, One random evening, After a good day, Bringing all the reasons, To grieve for. Like missed chances in life, Like...

Honestly, I thought I'll probably love it a little when I come back after staying away for 13 odd days. Anyway, I sometimes become...

Mai wahi hu, Jo tu hai, Ek ghar teri yaado ka, Ek dil tere jazbaato ka. Mai wahi hu, Jo tu hai, Ek dewaar jo tune banayi hui hai, Ek...