I’m not ashamed

The sky turned greythe moment I met himDrop by droprain touched my cheek and chinbefore his pale lips grazed mineNo, I’m not ashamedFor not hoarding it in my palmand letting it reach till my waist. To stand absent-minded for hoursunder a metal pipewhich spews from my head to toeWhere a thousands of legsstand in a…

Love is in the air

Poets are not hankeringto paint the paper black We try to touch the pinkish RoseBut what you see Is the thorn ripping our skin apart. You can espy us standing still unheard Amidst a thousands of voices around usBut what we heed is to the silence in chaos They say ,Love is in airMaybe that’s because we’re struggling hard to breathe….