Shubham Singhania

“Every morning when the ocean wakes up, he searches for her footprints on his shore.

Did she visit him while he was asleep? Even if she did, his fate won’t let him know of her presence.”
― Shubham Singhania, Dark little corners

“How can I ever write poetry on passionate kisses
and intimate touch of two souls
when the intimacy itself
has wiped a part of my soul?”
― Shubham Singhania, Dark little corners

“I wonder if all my versions in my dreams will ever collide with each other as if the destination was always the same. We would then compare how many objects we have carried with ourselves that remind us of the past.”
― Shubham Singhania, Dark little corners

“I think love is like a key maker of anyone's home. If given to one person, it can unlock that person's home. Once the key has been handed over to you, you are allowed to go inside and touch and play with every small or large, open or hidden thing in the house. Also, you always have a choice to stay or leave the home. However, if you choose to leave then the only way to do it is to shatter every piece you had touched or played into unrecognisable pieces. In case you decide to stay, you eventually get comfortable, as if the home that belonged to someone else is now owned by you.”
― Shubham Singhania, Dark little corners