How a morning dew sprinkled on the shrubs, How the rays of sunshine through the windows, How the cloud cover passes above the mountains, How the wind blowing by the dancing trees, How the dust storm travels the desert, How the rain drops echo the rivers, How lost love returns

Dear, Your presence brightens my inability to silence my smile, mute the glow on my face, locks my eyelashes. Your absence brings the undeniable gloom, disparaged eyebrows, and the smile takes rest. My love to you is evident, and my expressions aren’t hidden in their burrows. While I want

“Knock knock.” “who’s there?” “Me!” “Who’s me?” “You’re you!” We might be the last generation to get this joke! *With no door knock, my knuckles never chuckle… The anticipation of a cousin’s call, with no knock echo through the hall… With no knock on the door,

She: It's love that we lack. No matter how well we do, unless we don't have someone to love and get loved back. This feeling shall persist. Me: Yeah.. we all need someone..who awaits your call, excited for little things, surprises you, who takes your joy in your success,

Nowhere close to infinity, we were at 13,800 ft. A few foot steps on the canvas of snow, imprinted memories deep within, lived an experience. It was life beyond comforts. Limits pushed themselves harder everyday, and one fine morning, we're above the limits. An embarking journey started off from