Why me? It was the question that always rained down my veins each time I thought of making sense of everything around me. Perhaps chaos...

Once we start dreaming; the world eventually starts gleaming, and with happiness, it would seem, we are teaming. But my dreams are not...

The tempests are assembling in harmony, marveled by the processes of nature, and oblivious to the cries of our kind, that nothing of ‘our...

If ever, merely for the art of expressing, I am asked to narrate about love, I’d pause, think of all that ought not to and start leaving...

Away from the wrestling crowd, which has its stems submerged into a perfectly stagnant lake, and unto the land of solitude, which sees...

A quiet evening has been scripted with all the unspoken words of lovers, painters, and poets, forcing the serene skies to compose a new...

If only joy didn’t blossom out of empty promises, seasons didn’t rely stupendously on such silent vows and ‘acceptance’ didn’t...

Vibrations of the heart, edges pacified with clueless signals, aftermath of the cosmological end-games and the royal look on the face of...

This lucid dream, one which keeps on getting higher every second we try to act or do something that will elate our emotions—rubbers lined...

I walked past the lamppost, trembling uncontrollably, trying to search for a meaning. Scathing with my own existence, I felt a little err...