To the poet in me Let the words find you, Let the verses amuse you. Let the metaphors play hide…
Poetry isn’t about beautifying the words; It’s about stripping off its thick cover and appreciating the rawness.
Lips getting dried, heart pumping faster, sweat seeping through the pores, cheeks turning red Dear Summer, Stop acting like my…
A broken heart is usually mended in isolation. Like Bukowski said. “You get so alone at times that it just…
The more I wanted to scream my pain out, The better listener I became. Thinking how badly others would have…
I am sure I saw fear in his eyes, but I was prepared to knock him down. That first thrash…
I wandered in my own denial when those edgy skies hinted way before. Those shoulders I underused, those hands retreated…
Waiting for you. at 2 in the morning, I enter a narrow tunnel of a lapsed timeline. Few daggers in…
Stepping over my gut I came too close to you. It broke me to see too many flaws in you.…
The chaotic silence buried underneath my heart, hushing the storms to simmer down has got long lost tales to tell.…