Daylight love is your voice softening talking about her ; Whisper. Night love is the distant siren where my feelings crash ; Scream.
Wish
We no more wish on shooting stars, just wish for one. Wish for peace enough to notice a streak of light, arising from darkness and vanishing in the same, and feel, if there is any, the magic in it.
We met.
Him meeting me was my once in a decade scenario, at least feeling like one and I did not want to waste it on sad talk. Obviously that makes it a whole lot more romantic, but I was happy to an extent to not accommodate any sadness in that moment.
The Bhopal Diaries
Soaking the morning sun as they prepare to return the charges of 68/49. The train leaves at 11.55am. 🍂 ~ People leaving footrpints, while you leave footrpints. Wow? Meerut has given me some beautiful people. I haven’t been old enough to remember places and know their importance but glad I have seen some. Bye, Meerut. People [...]
The old school lover
And oh, how I have started to relate to the night as if it is a sad thing, oh dear god how beautiful can nights be, how peaceful and look at me, blaming the 2 am hour, the grey skies and what not, for my mood swings! This is not for you to come back, but come back. And you don't find this weird, do you?
An evening of fall.
How caught in the colours of the sky, you looked more beautiful than ever!
Breathe
I am looking for more flowers. 🙂
Not.
Don't Believe me!
Rains.
It's a beautiful morning, I say, watching the sun rays shine through rain drops on tips of pine needles like pearls adding to their splendid beauty, like crowns marking majesty. The drops from the rain last night. The winds, the water, last night was a havoc. And yet today, the same wind plays coyly in [...]
Cold.
It's 2 am, on a wednesday night, a reminder that I am still to force myself for my act of survival in college, for two more days. Gazing at what this balcony offers me, I stare into this abyss of emptiness. I see mountains formed up, where in daylight I have seen trees crowding up, [...]
