Safarnaamaa... सफ़रनामा...

It's not what we intend to give.. It's rather what the other one receives from us.. When both are ignorant of what...

Dreams are children of barren wombs.. Poetry courtesy: Sindhu Xavier

This is where I sit  Though I don't like it much  There's beauty in company  As long as we are far from each other ...

Dark yet shining  Grim yet beautiful  Chill hearts are warm Looks tough but kind -----------------------------...

I have a world of my own That I've made for myself  Somewhere between the rust and comfort A hideout to treasure my lau...

Entangled, entwined  Watching life from far Fighting against chances and choices to reach it The souls who found...

I sprayed the dark sky with million stars, for you.. And found you scared in the dim light of an old lantern.. A prisoner to ...

My branches dropped its green And dryness gripped its bones A skeleton of horror I was Glory lost.. forgotten.. Still str...