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I like to save up my tears. Whenever sadness gets excited And knocks on my eyelids to let her out, I tell her, "Come on! Not now! ...

I visited pain today To renew the rental agreement "How much longer do you intend to stay in the heart?" I asked Pain pondered ov...

He was a ruthless word thief A thief who stole words that hurt Words do hurt, don't they? They hurt worse than wounds Words uttered in ...

I came across a golden plant tonight She smiled and shone like a shy moon Illuminated by her charming sun - the street light The ...

I move my hand gently over the mirror I carefully study my reflection My reflection looks like a different person He does not resemble...

Life landed a hard blow on my right chin My vision blurred, my ears started ringing My body wanted to give up But my heart refused I s...

It happened one fine day It had been impending for quite some time Like the sunrise that awaits a lonely night The walls in their house ...

Some days arrive When our shadows shine in sunlight Street after street, city after city Shattering the solitude that smiles.. Some days ar...

A beautiful brown sparrow rests on my balcony wall It informs me about the weather across Bangalore I look at the sky with an eagerness for...

Money times money is money squared Money times data too is money squared I am terrified of the square in squared It is a prison for pass...

After meetings that go better than expected But worse than the manager's standard.. When a mail rests in my inbox awaiting a reply That...

I was thinking about the possible ways Of making the world a more colorful place Celebrate Holi at a global scale every week? Turn every...

It is 1987 I cry and cry, rolling inside the cradle My father understands that I want to communicate He peeps in and offers me a ti...

I recall our past and I predict our future My imaginations are clearer than my memories Perhaps our future resembles a sad song Their l...

The pen has not run out of ink Contrarily, it is so filled that it only releases blobs I want to be a horse with blinkers Not the housef...

I sharpened my pencil to write this poem The lead broke and went rolling across the paper That beautiful mole of yours - Can that go ro...

I will be your umbrella seller Do you want the majestic black one? Or the bee-deceiving flowered one? Or the Newton's-disk resemblin...

"I love you" he had said "I can never" she had replied Today marks the 40th anniversary of his proposal He now liv...

For quite some time now When, at office, I have been asked to solve problems When I have been asked to battle it out with equations I have ...

The walls of the house still smelled of new paint The wait to smell of the sweat of intense love had been in vain.. The mirror stood bra...