I saw him in a green shirt, like spring had come alive. A quiet calm, a steady breeze, yet something wild stirred inside. I noticed the way he smiled...Read more

Take me back to the days when machines were not alive Life was actually a thing and not a bitter sweet lie When love came from the heart And not a lif...Read more

In the first conversation after Ghosting for months, "What would you do if I die?" She asks. You withdraw yourself From the talk and sink back In to...Read more

He sits in the hall with a Bottle of Old-Monk, Demanding half-fried omelets And bhindi fry- Seventh time this week. She oils the pan. Tries to keep T...Read more