Someday somewhere,sitting on the window side of a plane my metal dreams would fly high donning a straw-hat and virgin…
A nameyour nameis such an intimate thing.One that makes me ambitiousto call you with all my might,with all my rights.The…
Growing up grills you more because it ain’t anymore about choosing between what’s right and what’s wrong but between what’s…
I am facing you,yet again! O Dear Summer!Remember what we promised. You’d let medance on a grass bladeand I will…
April, Do you sing any song or sonnet?Of voices of animals or non-living? For I’m tired of listening to the…
She is nothing.Nothing but a window to your relatability,‘cause you knowshe leaves a part of herself,in your jacket’s pocketso you…
Dreams doesn’t have to resideup in the clouds.It could be in smiles or pictures,in tinkling of wind chimes, or guffawing…
And when the great souls die,they die of diminishing prideand a meek voice after being unheard for years.They die of…
Language of love is so loud.But you are fashioned to hear only words.