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Maybe love isn’t lost.Maybe it’s simply waitingto be translated. Not because your love is wrong,or lacking,or less than theirs. But because love,left untranslated,can sound like silence. And somewhere betweenwhat was givenand what was needed, two people begin to feelunloved. Not because love was absent, but because it arrivedin the wrong language. The tragedy of many […]

If you let her know, she is your priority;She will love you back.If you let her know, she is the one you want;She will always want you back.If you let her know, that only she can make you happy;She will never make you sad.If you let her know, that she is the one in your

Be the light to my year, Be the end of my fear, Be the one who cares for me, And the one who is precious and rare. When you walk through the door, Trying to get close to me, Makes me shiver even more, But I don’t wanna let you free. There‘s an urge to kiss you, But a hug is even better, Let the blanket give us warmth, And the surrounding give us a night letter. Let the moon know that our love is true, And the stars witness the bond of me and you, Let the sky embrace its blessings upon us, When the galaxy is hardly bias. I allow you to kiss me and you put your hand on my cheeks, I lose myself completely to you,

We are not in a relationship, We are not just friends. We listen to each other, Each day this bond gets mend. I like him a lot, Don’t know if he does too. The hours we talk, are not just a few. We tease one another, We even get mad. But the consequences of these

I felt so weird, I felt so lowSometimes hard, sometimes slow. It is a feeling, probably the bestTime stopped, I forgot the rest. I lost my senses and started revertingIt was real and not just flirting. I got entangled and the stroke was softThe flirth was blunt, yet too scoffed. The touch was warm, the

I cry, not because I want to.It’s because some emotion inside of me wants to be out.Because anger is not the only action to exhibit our emotions.Because love is not the only response to every sentiment.I cry, for a reason.And tears, they communicate.Of course with our loved ones,Because they are the only people they’ve met

The fear of missing out,The fear of being blamed,The fear of insufficiency,As the world has claimed. My hoodie strings being uneven,The forgotten spots on the board,The alignment of colours in a crayon box,And the missing tiles on the road. These nightmare-like hunches,Bring down my science of thoughts,Yes, it is in my head,A place where my obsession

Hey there! I’m a lost feather.I was once stuck on a cute bird’s body,And my material is softer than leather.I miss the place where I actually was.Cause when I came down,I met boot-covered walking claws.Not every claw was bad.One of them picked me up and kissed me,Just like a daughter kisses her dad.It held me

आज काफी समय बाद मेरे दिल में एक ख्याल आया, आखिर कहाँ गए वो दिन जब हम खुश हुआ करते थे, ऐसा एक सवाल आया।  तभी मेरे अंदर से एक आवाज़ आयी और वो चहकते हुए बोली, अरे वो दिन तो तुम्हारे दिल में अभी भी यादों की तरह कैद हैं, कभी अपने यादों का