The parijaat has lent its fragrance,
And to it, the crisp air holds on…

Clad in plains of her saree
Found a woman who claimed herself…

Your periods ain’t dirty
Nor is it gross…

My solitude and I walked hand in hand, the horizon, a fiery pink…

Let me tell you a story,
Of a man, one man…

Up in the Sky,
Down to the ground…

You need to gift something today,
To yourself…

I feel so lonely
Lonely and blue…

Seeking for validation, an unconscious effort- Be it right or wrong we want…

Our friends are green trees
birds make their nests there…

The colour of the rose says that she will-
become water in the eye burning from…

Awakened with fervour,
With the smell of dampness…

The vision of melancholy petite and fair,
Beauteous sight it was, but full of care…

There lies a forest people are too afraid to pass through…

Maroonish and white
On a freezing night…