A Letter to My 12-year-old Self

Where were you? In class 7. Yes, you met one of your best friends. One you still love, And play hide and seek with on Skype. She thought you were weird. But she loved you anyway.   Where were you? Not too young, But definitely not old. You were mature. You always said that. “I’m …

A Stereotypical Love Story

Him I love her. But she doesn’t. Okay, fuck it. I don’t love her. I…I…feel for her. Something intense. It’s not love. I don’t stay up nights thinking of ways to make her love me. I am just fascinated by her…endlessly. She is made of awesome. And that is why I want her. I want …

Silent Doubts And Wistful Reminiscence

Love, why do you stand so far away? Have I scared you with my love? Or have you scared yourself with yours? I still remember the bus ride, The movie, the metro. I remember your touch, I remember the kiss, The flying train above, With it’s lights and its noise, So, what went amiss? I …