There's something about train rides in India. Especially if you get a second tier, sleeper seat for a long journey across the Indian states. It isn't the posh luxury of crystal clean compartments or extra sanitized door knobs nor the company of elite people with a silver spoon stuck right up their bottoms but the way you wi…

I will Speak to you In a language, Only the Two of us can  Understand The world Often misinterprets My words for you And maybe It's the lies in the truth Of my heart That they have claimed  To forsee Which has  Melted the faith You had in me. Last time, When we talked I spoke The language Of beggars, Because I thought That was…

Silence Speaks sweetly When you're, Near to me And though You speak no words, Your heart beats Fast Every time I Tell you, That you are The best thing That ever happened To me. You Blush and Then, You come closer As I muster the courage To look You In the eye And shy I have never been But you make Me …

Tired I rest my claws, On the overhead cables That carry Power to the city Which thrives on it To become The hypocritical paradise Of people That complain by the day And laugh by the night, Rebuking their companions For treason Which half of the time Exists Solely In their minds. Sometimes The sky I have called my own, Feels so em…

We know We are different people, In the way We look, The way we talk And the way we carry ourselves, But then The aroma Of brown nectar Brought us together On the wooden table, Awaiting  For our secrets To be foretold as tales, Over cups of nostalgia. Sipping memories, We created moments, The warmth Of emotions, Spreading through o…

'The world is a conglomerate of diverse souls.All we need to connect with each other is a little bit of kindness.' Our life is mostly defined as the summation of our deeds between the first cry and the last breath. You,I and everyone of us wake up,work and sleep. But,we are different. Different in our ways to cope with …

One more time By Shanaya Stephens Carmine lips seduce the wine, That seeped in, With his touch divine, The ephemeral longing, fashioned raw and pure, In the deafening silence, At the dead of night, When his blue orbs, Steal her feminine shine, All bared beauty, Secrets and lies, Rummaged into a choir of desires, That sing countles…