Your cart is currently empty!
I want to know
I want to know sometime, What made you twist the plot? What made you dislike me? What made you connive against me? What made your…
The Crescent Moon 🌙 chapter 25
Sometimes we know by smells, whom we meet? Sometimes we know by the brown eyes Who it was? Sometimes the small gap between teeth Makes…
The full moon
The moon rises to shine, The wolves raise their head to whine. I spent ten years in struggle. Taming many tails that waggle. I spent…
Tears are good!!
Tears are good!! Tears are good, really they are, indeed. Tears are better than smiles since they show you your own, and those who are…
But then love is now old
Love is old when it strikes me, Love is not the funny freaky kind, Neither messy, nor couture countless caressing carcass. It is more of…
I chose to love it that way one time
It is a continuation of narrative poetry. But, then love touched the poetry, the truest form and I would sway a little. But, then the…
This night I dreamt of you
This is a narrative romantic poem Please leave your likes and comments on the attempt. The sleep came late, the faces of despair hung around…
Whom do you call your own?
Whom do you call your own? Blood, is it your own? Religion, is it your own? Castes, is it your own? Skin colour, is it…