Museum of Thoughts

 I spoke a lot And then I stopped I wrote a lot Then I stopped Silence was me communicating My aloofness was me communicating  My love was d...

 A walk amidst the crisp, chilly autumn air in New York was pure and magical. The winds and the leaves were in a symphony. The leaves were d...

My letter to society I am sorry I don’t love you Coz I know you don’t love me either And I am done with this one-sided love story I haven’t ...

  I want another life… To correct the incorrect To right the people I wronged To care more To love more To meet my loved ones for sure To gi...

  Every relationship goes through three phases. The third one is the most dicey part. It speaks more about you. First phase is what we think...

I like the slick wet roads and the reflection of lights on those I love how the dull colors of the sky make everything else look so brighter...

Nearing 40, I see the difference. Subtle though, but I can see the 20s youth is not what my skin shows.  I was really bothered by it all. Wh...