The poem, as amateurish as it sounds, was written for a girl I absolutely adore. But here with the simplicity of the matter takes a nasty turn.   Cars have always been life. Eversince I was gifted one by my parents for any academic achievement in younger school years or as a get well soon[…]

The mornings I am after. Close your eyes and keep them so, coil up and stay so, I see you with half opened eyes, but its probably better so. With beauty so much at once, can my eyes take it all? But bravely and hastily I open them, More greed that anything, I wish not[…]