With spoons in my hand,
I stir and stir.
Oblivious to the fact:
It’s a culinary massacre.
I add some salt,

I was running for my life,
Away from them.
Looking everywhere,
In search of help.
I saw a friend

I look at my hands
and feel sad
because
the spaces between my fingers
are right where

I’m waiting for love
So I can write again
of happy things
and not heartbreak and pain.
I’m waiting for love

I look around
Everything is blue.
A new one found,
A place I’ve never been to.
Nothing can be heard,

Plenty of things that I want to t
Most of which, you never knew,
He calls you his confidante
But secrets revealed, very few.
You are but a distraction,

Our last night together,
the worst day ever
you promised a forever
should’ve known better.
Tears in our eyes

They say home is where the heart i
and though that might be true
For me, home is where the heat is,
“Todays lowest – 32.”
Third hottest city in the world,

My phone chimes,
I read your name.
My heart beats
And burns in flame.
I wonder what you want,

Today is the day when I miss home
The day Indians say “Bura na maan
The day starts off with a splash o
Watch out! It’s gonna be a big, w
I run after my father with hands f