Today, you murdered the innocent.
Those who were sharing meals with their
loved ones, those who were living
their dreams.

None of them had wronged you.
They had done nothing.
And still, you killed them
without mercy,
because of your f*cking terrorism.

We will let this haunt us, always,
We will carry this wound forever,
And we will not forgive you.

But remember this,
we will come for you.
And yes, you will pay the blood price,
for every life you took.

Until then, we stand together.
As we always have.
As we always will.

It’s just like a colorful movie,
where we wander
through an old Italian city.

In the morning,
we’ll share a Cornetto and cappuccino,
then ride an old motorcycle
through sunlit alleys,
keeping our hearts close.

At noon,
I’ll take your hand
and run with you through Naples,
where love lives forever.

In the evening,
under the golden hush of dusk,
I’ll wrap my arms around your neck
and kiss you, whispering:
“Ti amo con tutta l’anima.”

Here, I want us to live
like a timeless poem—
full of love, light, and magic.

Saturday evenings be like.

I want to be the sun, radiating my own light,
not the moon, borrowing its glow.

O baby, I miss you
in the soft, slow mornings,
in the hush of lazy noon,
and in the quiet of calm evenings.

You know I feel alone here.
I just want to come home
to run into your arms,
and kiss you like wildfire.

Let’s share a cup of tea,
under our fairy lights,
like old days.
Then we’ll
become one, like a prayer.

On good days,
I want to kiss you madly.
And on bad days,
I want to kiss you deeply.

I want to be a good kisser,
that’s why I’m trying every part of you.

It’s very windy today. The air is full of dust, and visibility is poor.

Somewhere in the Delhi. The city where chaos and calmness meet each other in the metro station.