Incessant ramblings

The tree had bent old at your backyard, Dropping fires of red on the ground. You came visiting in the afternoons And I assured the folks...

You clear your throat, Ready to hum your favourite tune. Give it all away to laughter, You haven't decided which one that must ...

In the vapours rising from the hot cup of tea, And the ring it leaves behind on the table, I'll find you. In the smokes arising ...

Neon lights outline your collarbone on strange nights, Marking the map of the city I love the most. Do you still walk along the shoreline...

The remnants of love remained Like the colour-washed streets of Holi, Subtly fading each day. Will crossroads that made us choose differ...

At times it is a matter of personal pride to have been born in a middle class family – blame the authors who have idealized the social se...