She feared her love addiction She feared the demon of loneliness As her lover approached for union The fright of rivals halted her approval for a moment Little did she know Isolation would write her love story On hard stone No fire could burn, no wind could rub
Let there be an afterlife, so much this atheist wishes Sans judgement, sans society Sans people, sans responsibilities Shall it extend till eternity So short is life for that one true love So many are the distractions in this mortal world Let there be an afterlife, where we focus on nothing but each other…
The bird looks at the cage The good old one she fled long ago Now, yearning to be enslaved again Rather this time with little shackles She remembers the days when she was protected and provided for But she, young and high Envied the liberated ones who flew by The youth, the heat,…
Did we wash our dishes? Check. Do we have enough water? Check. Do we know where we will sleep tonight? Uhh… This checklist was part of my daily routine for three months in New Zealand. After working the summer in a small town named ‘Wanaka’ in New Zealand’s south island my partner and I decided…
People who never understood love, suggested the young couple Time will diminish your love Or perhaps distance Or maybe too much of each other during the lockdown If not these, then the fact that you two are different And fighting over your differences everyday would crack the strong bond But as love stood strong…