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.

I hate when people connect my life to my writings.

I’m just a person who writes, the only thing that should matter is what I write.