Moments after the sunset, Is my new favourite time of the day, The birds are chirping slow, As they fall asleep, The wind is hugging...

The evenings of this March, Are bright orange, hot yet windy, And the birds chirp, Sharing stories of their day, With one another, Before...

Nothing is the same as before, Not even the sunsets, Not even you, Not even me, Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

The hues came to me today, When I couldn't go to the hues, The universe knew I need them, To survive in this inconsiderate lair, I don't...

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...

Every setting sun, Has its own story, That adds to the journey, Of this fast-paced world. And everyday, There's some peace, In believing,...

The sky is on fire, With blazing pinks, And ferocious oranges, Blending into the purples, As the sun says another goodbye. The warmth of...