<p>Written on the bunk bed of a hostel in Bombay. While asking myself, ‘where do I go now, to feel at home?’</p>


Maktūb

Idhar se nikalna hai mujhe

3 am, mellow songs, and a conversation between a son and his mom. 


Dil Lagaayein

For emotions that were ruined by words, a poem.


Jo Bhi Main

Should one know someone before loving them? Shouldn't one know oneself before loving someone?


How soon is it okay to fall in love?

Sometimes, we make memories, in dreams, so after watching enough of them we finally confuse them with reality. A poem about one such dream.


The idea of us

Arts

Performing Arts

Maktūb in Arabic means, 'it's written.' 
Bringing you short poems wrapped in tales of inevitability, after all, it's Maktūb.

Poem and Guitar: Priyanshu Modi