Dedicated to the kids of Rafah Attack

Life is all about love. What if you don't find one??

There can be no ordinary love.

The love doesn't end even if the relationship does.

People come and people go. What remains are their memories to live by. Be it life or a hotel, people tend to leave.

Ye kahani hai do shehro ki, Ye shahar zindagi ka aaina bhi hai, Aur waqt ka koi canvas bhi. Aur phir Jab raat dhalti hai to ye shahar batiyate hai, takallum karte hai, Lafzon ke pul bandhte hai, nadiyon se, samndaron se, raston aur koochon se, imaraton se Jo kuch kehte hai, wo aap ki nazar

We are what other than the collection of memories or a burial ground...

Ek wo ishq, jo haasil hona chahta hai, muqammal hona chahta hai. Use gham bhi hai, aur ummedein bhi, Shayad ek sawal.. Isi ka dusra rukh, ya jawab. Jo hai aur nahi bhi, Waqt se juda bhi aur waqt mein qaid bhi. Wahan se hai, jab koi nahi thaa, aur wahan tak jab koi na hoga!!

Saw the mighty and majestic Kanchenjunga after so many months and my emotions couldn't control themselves.

Afwaah, a rumour which has been responsible for many lynchings, killings in this country. To all those fallen souls...

Wrote this for a friend who was born near Ganga Ghats of Benaras, who wants to track the path of the mighty Ganges.

Try to look at Kashmir for what it is...

Many of us live away from our families, this one is for all of them.

Kashmir apni khoobsurati ke liye mashhoor hai aur raunde jaane ke liye bhi. Usi ki ek chhoti si daastan.

When people want to be together but couldn't because of circumstances.

There was a phase in life which brought and now since I've moved from that, i still miss that time...

Mountains have always been my home but this time, they wanted someone else... For that someone else...

We often talk and plan for the time when we will not be there. What about the wishes you've been harbouring in your heart, which are unfulfilled? Talk about those wishes with your loved ones.

I was on road for around 1 and a half months. This poem is for the time spent on road...

When people leave, relationships end, what one is left with are pain and memories. To all those memories...

We often ask a falling star to fulfill our wish and we often forget that fallen star is dead. Same happens with humans. If they're not dead, they are not capable of reciprocating the emotions because of hurt they have faced in path... For all those shattered souls and fallen starts...

Let that one person be your Sunday... A day away from all your worries.

A fragrance which leaves a lasting impression with just one whiff. Happened to met someone like that who filled with fragrance

No one knows when they will leave everyone behind and still we fail to recognise the opportunities to love, to reconcile, to have that little smile... After all, we all are living on a borrowed time.