Here's my first video: I hope you enjoy it.
Muhabbat hi toh thi – Spoken Word Urdu Poetry
Feels of My ‘4:00AM YOU’
...and sometimes I miss you_ even when_ you're right in front of me.
Feels of Her Nights
A very sublime incident that I so much wanted to happen but, I could only end up scribbling it. I hope you feel it.
Feels of My Fall
He is at a point in his life where even the slightest of touches to his emotions will make him break down. Right there. He won't be able to hide his vulnerabilities there after. He has become non-sustainable to feelings. No longer. He might have survived the fall but, he is no longer his usual,... Continue Reading →
Feels of my ‘Never Again!’
Never again will I exist. Never again will the essence stay.
Feels of My Death – Part I
"Why do I always bear a soul?" I asked myself despite the answer was known. But, do you know?
Forgive me, oh Lord!
Strange, eh? Why ask forgiveness on a blog post and let the world know about the same? Well, let's first talk about 'forgiveness of what'.
How did you become a Poet?
How did you become a Poet? Here's why.
I feel I’m going to die
But, do I have to lose my parents for people to be a little more nicer towards me?
She Lied. For me, she died?
She lied. For me, she died? Oh, she lied that she cried. I didn't know Love. But, my heart skipped a beat whenever I heard someone even say, "I love her." Because it reminded me of you. The way you used to tell me through various ways of yours that you loved me. And that... Continue Reading →
She wasn’t back. Not anymore.
I'm not afraid to die. I'm just afraid what if I were dead and you, you didn't die a little with me.
Feels of my Vulnerability
But, it's a kind of disorder, where people could not themselves contemplate what they should do_'try once more or give up'.
Do you beg of love?
