There are many romantics out here, some write poetry, some daydream, some wait for the internet to find them their true love. / Some leave poetry on strangers’ tables and disappear. Some ligh…...
it’s falling for you. but it stays where it is, until you follow it’s fragrance and find it, lying in wait. / it’s white petals, the orange sindoori, silent and motionless, calmly…...
I was lost, when I found you. my searching eyes met your silent form when you appeared from between winding streets and towering houses. i had to stay. longer. looking at you, unabashed. taking in …...
I smell pickles. I smell tadka. It’s 8am. I hear the water gush down pipelines It has just stopped raining. The incredible – for a loss of words- View outside my window Is a lush green …...
will i feel better if this room could turn into an aquarium with corals? / would it be better if the sun spared my window just for today? / is it okay if i can sleep in my jeans and not turn off th…...
It either is, or its not, there is no letting it grow on you while you sit and mull over the possibilities. / Yes it gets better with age but everything needs a real beginning or it remains entangl…...