By the river side
a gust of wind plays music...

I've come past wanting and yearning
for a tall, dark and handsome man...

There is not a single word
in the dictionary that can...

Rain pelts on smooth windows of brown eyes
aches freed from the folds of a crumpled heart...

Though
we are...

You left behind a cupboard full of advices
yet failed to warn that life is unpredictable...

I hear only your memory
and see those unsaid moments...

I sit by the phone
waiting for it to ring...

There is a lesson we are learning-
never to take anything for granted...

I find it tough to let you go
but somehow have to...

There are things I want to say
but don't send them your way...

Heart pains
when sins visit...