Remember the nights? When we used to have fights?

There were awesome sights. Of watching you ignite.

After the arguments. We threw some amazing compliments.

With a candlelight. And some wine to delight.


Remember the days? We spent lying on barrels of hay?

In the backyard barn. Talking in the silence and calm.

Dreaming of a future. With god knows how many bloopers.

Living in Prague. With you writing beautiful blogs.


Remember the rain? The day we got off the train?

Back in New York. And we went to Central Park.

We missed our flight. But you kissed me with delight.

We stayed for one more day. The entire time in a cafe.


Remember the snow? We spent smoking tobacco?

A long, long time ago. In the streets of Moscow.

You said vodka is the best. And i said that's far-fetched.

We smoked a few more puffs. And figured it was enough.


Those were fun times. With tequila and limes.

Some extra spicy chicken. And stories of Charles Dickens.

For all the times we fought. And all the selfies with a pout.

And all the flowers that i bought. I am sorry i said Get Out.






Starts in the morning, With calm winds blowing.

Birds are chirping, And the sun is glowing.

Up in the sky, The planes fly high.

Down below, It’s hot or snow.

Sometimes it rains, Which captures the frame.

Kids going to school, And teenagers acting cool.

Mom and dad go to office, And their parents believe in prophets.

Someone gets a train, To explore what remains.

A street artist plays guitar, And the theatre gives yet another rising star.

And happy plucks flowers, While frustrated jumps from another tower.

The newly weds are walking, While someone drops into another coffin.

Babies are crying, While the politicians are spying.

Doctors are trying, And armies occupying.

With so much sighing, The sun starts dying.

The moonlight’s ominous, And the streets bustle in the metropolis.

People have dinner, And someone becomes a sinner.

It’s time for bed, And the farmer shuts his shed.

It all goes silent, And sleeps the violence.

But that’s not the end, As it all begins again.

People wonder if they have another choice?

But that’s the beauty of it, it’s called the circle of life.




London, 2016, It’s the middle of the night,

Me and my friends go out on the streets in the dead dreary night.

It’s snowing heavily and the streets are covered in mist,

From the corner of our eye we see a kiosk covered with lights.

We walk towards it with curiosity in our eyes,

And to our surprise the guy was selling chai.

With shivering cold rushing through our bones,

We ordered a glass each to make us feel close to our homes.

After the first sip we cringed and looked,

As everyone was disappointed with how awfully it was cooked.

We laughed about it later when we had chai in our usual place,

Discussing how thousands of miles gave it an average taste.


“Adventure” he said

“Lets go to the forest.”

We were walking in the woods

Avoiding any trouble.

Kilometers ahead into the forest

We kept on walking to look for our spot.

A roaring sound was heard

And appeared a lion.

Leaving us terrefied

Asking “are you lost?”

We said “no sir”.

“We just came for an adventure.”

Laughed the lion and said

“Thank you for my feast”.



Sitting around the corner,

Right next to the coffee shop.

She shows up on time with honor,

And ordered her regular honey drop.

Twenty feet away,

I was sitting still.

When something unusual happened,

Which was adrenaline filled thrill.

She waved at me,

And said “hi!”.

Told me “java chip” was her favourite,

And asked me “if you want to try?”

For six weeks straight,

I have been looking at you.

Waiting for this moment,

Questioning “is this all true?”

You sit here everyday,

With your golden retriever.

What happened to her today?

Where did she disappear?

Those eyes went blooming,

A smile popped on.

Then a question came my way,

“Do you like dogs?”

I said i am more of a cat person,

But i liked your dog.

She had a very pleasant vibe,

Which wasn’t very odd.

I like cats too!

And she said the word meow.

Leaving me in a state of WOW,

Making me question “how?”


When you want to go straight,

But are forced to turn left.

In the beginning it felt great,

But the rain only gets you wet.

Going through the storm,

Getting drenched in water.

You see a bright light,

And march towards it faster.

When you get near it,

It only gets farther.

And then you realise,

Mirage’s cannot be captured.

But with positive hope,

You head for the horizon.

Finding sunlight on the way,

And knowing you will grab it.

And just like that,

The weather turns warm.

Giving you more hope,

Take you away from the storm.

Though the horizon is far,

I know i will grab it.

Marching through the path,

Knowing that i have it.