The Sound of Rain
You’ll find me When the skies darken The Eagles soar high above the clouds Where the woods deepen, The greens cover up like…
Category: Poetry
Some intense feelings that flow in the form of poems…
For Sundays
Sundays are for the things you love. For a dip within yourself. For the memories that made you And specially the ones that…
Souls That Weren’t Done Living
Those tiny sounds you hear at night, whose source you can’t identify. That movement you sense only to find no one when you turn. You think it’s nothing. But what if there’s someone trying to communicate with you from the parallel world?
I Played With Fire
Note – This poem is structured in such a manner that, the number of lines increases in each stanza I once played with…
The Emerald Tears
The skies cried. The emerald tears Froze on Earth. Note – This is a view from my window this monsoon. The water…
Stars on Earth
The bright twinkling silver drops Like diamonds studded in pitch black canvas Fell for her every night. Following my biggest ever writer’s block,…
My Black Velvet Unicorn
To the world, I am invisible. But in my eyes, I have a world of my own. Where right & wrong aren’t the…
Torn by You
I am addicted to you. Addicted to the searing pain Coursing through my existence When you caress My gaping wounds. In your absence…
Hanging the Stars
It’s time To take my leave. Starting tonight, Watch out for me When the dusk approaches. Look towards the skies As they light…