This stuffy asylum corridors The air – has an undertone of bleach The walls – magnolia; scrapped in places The pictures on the walls –...

Like the moon; with a side – so dark! That not even the stars Can shine on it. with a side – so cold! That not even the sub Can burn on...

I know it’s you; Just by the way you breathe And there; There do I remember- How I felt life. Again.

The rains have their flowers And the sun has its moon. You see- Everything has its reasons for falling. Mine? Mine is you.

Things feel in a way With you- The way - they never felt With anyone. EVER! I fell in love with you And that- That was the beginning Of...

But every time- She looks and smiled at you, You wanted her to look away. Because you didn’t know how to deal- With all those emotions...

You bump into a girl on the street You turn around to apologize and realize; It is her. She is your once – lover history. And former...

I SEE him. I catch a light of his hair; And I feel; The room is three shades- Brighter. His arms brush against mine And I feel; The room...

You are not my sun- That shines in my noon. Neither are you – That circlet, That lights up my darkest nights- You are not even my moon....

When sailing through your captive soul, I got drowned. Drowned deep into the ocean of your love. Happens – I try to touch. Touch the sea...

“There’s a poetry inside of him. He is a poetry; The ones not even these papers can handle- The ones, inked in afeem. I wonder if he sees...

She wore silk dresses- And flower crowns- And she was loved, And she was soft. And then she was stolen! This is the story they tell- Of...

They say to him- “She is your sunshine!” He smiles; Cause they will never know- She was his sunshine; Yet mixed with a little hurricane....