She.

She looked at the world with gleaming eyes, a world full of life, and beautiful sights. But nothing compared to the fire in her eyes. She talked of the stars, and yearned for the moon, her ire was a catastrophe, but her love was a boon. Delicate as a dew drop, Sportive as a fawn,...

The Photograph

There he stood, With a smile on his face, Looking at the camera, With utmost grace, The sun lit up his wheatish skin, His skin, Splendid, like the shades of a new sunrise, Beautiful, like his thoughts, his words, his truths and lies. His dusky hair swept up in a wave, The tracks of his...

RISE!

It's a dark and vicious world, they say with demons lurking in their eyes. Stay safe, Stay sound, Stay home, they say And tether us away from the bright blue skies. Watch what you wear. Watch what you speak. watch where you go. They hide us. But the demons? They let them sneak. Stay safe,...

Someday.

Someday, when I'm long gone, long after you let me go. Someday, a million moments later, When you catch glimpse of your own self, on a busy morning, in the glass of the door bearing your name. In the depth of the shadows, cast by your own smile, You'll find a whisper of my love....

The Storm.

It's like a storm brewing in my chest, Of words that can't be spoken. Of feelings that can't be felt. Peircing edges of things, long left broken. Of thoughts that I thought I buried, Deep under the layers of fury and hurt. Of memories I could drown in. Of things that would never again be...

Priceless

She laughs at the ridiculous jokes I crack, She rolls her eyes on my story's preposterity, And I look at her smile, And the way her nose wrinkles. And the moment in itself is Priceless. 

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Little by little, I lose you everyday, little by little. like once I found you.

Haiku

As we looked past the horizon With our hands entwined All his dreams became mine.  

Loved.

The hands of the clock seemed to be moving super slow to little Naina. Sitting in the sweaty classroom was getting harder and harder by each passing minute. She had to go to her Nani’s place that day, and she couldn’t wait to meet her cousins. But the clock, that super slow clock, was acting...

Baba.

  Down the old lane lined with new houses is the abode of my Grandparents. The four storied building is nothing like the houses that surround it. Its chipped teal paint and damaged walls stand in sharp contrast with its newly erected tiled neighbors. The iron gate screeched as I pushed it to enter the...