Nostalgia has no cure. I dwell in it not because my present is dreary but my past has been simple yet superior. Days were slow and…

Home

I find myself, at
intervals within words, and
quiets between notes.

Haiku — Coming of age

Restrained like haikus,
Roared like sonnets, narrated
like a ballad, Life.

4 pm is the hour of nostalgia for young. Where boredom lurks in every corner of the abode. Then for…

Cinema
At times,
you can cry to a movie.
They become the older person,
you need,
to cry to.
- Abeer