


Silvia

Late Night Conversation

Bottom Of The Well

A Poem Away

A Lost Friend…
I lost a friend of mine at the age of nine. A friend who was as if, carrying my blood. Still now my memories do flood with all the moments, penned down by us. He got lost, because of a…

A Lost Friend…
I lost a friend of mine at the age of nine. A friend who was as if, carrying my blood. Still now my memories do flood with all the moments, penned down by us. He got lost, because of a…

Paper Airplanes
“A cold February night reminds me of you. It’s funny to think that most Februaries I had were humid as hell, but these two Februaries are an exception, not only because they were cold and longing, but because with both I…
Lost
Can we get out of this maze our hearts are intertwined into? Lost in the reverie of you. I don’t know what’s in you that makes me reach out for more. I am lost in these myriads of faces. Something in…