Eyes store the past, that's gone. long ago. And sometimes, the smiles and tears of the past... Rewrite our present.

Why follow the herd when you can fly ahead with your own wings of dreams and hopes. Why do you need to follow the same path always when you can create your own to reach.... The Extremes

Where is the truth in the world full of lies?

A simple stroll on the rooftop... A simple hope to fly.

Time can really be harsh... but... can I rhyme with time? It is a simple representation of what it takes to embrace oneself with time.

Point of views of two people who meet each other in an ominous silence remembering their shared past weaved with a mix of nervousness, guilt and will to approach.

This is one of my hindi poetries (that I never post here so it's the first one). I devote this one completely to Lord Shiva... His blessings are what I feel always stand with me. And eventually I'm not great enough to show how much he means to me in mere words. I hope you like the poem and connect to my divinity... Har Har Mahadev 🙏🙏

Point of view matters more than we think it does. Sometimes, our dark times are the questions as well as the solutions. It's all about how we look at them. At the very end.... each sorrow hides a smile.

A sweet love story of a stroll in the woods of life where accidentally your paths meet with "The One" and love hits just differently after that. ⚠️WARNING⚠️ Don't fall in love reading this one.

This poem is more about fighting with my own self. Being angry with myself and eventually fighting for myself against all the questions and fingers raised by society and the world.