Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...

Let me be indebted
to your vulnerability...

-Why each thing must end?
-For the reason dear, they are...

Is it about my bookshelf
or is it about the depth behind all those books on...

Between now and then
we are forever running...

For years,
you made me carry shame...

It was so beautiful
the bouquet of emotion...

I dreamed of you at nights
I sleepwalked you in daylights...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

We do not need religion;
we have God...

Inspirations
are like birds...

Pure intents are free
From any uncertainty...