Shrunken face with dead-like skin,Wailing eyes, but to others, invisible,Chapped lips, sucked out of life,Burning bones, pale and visible.Carved out neck but not elegant,No beauty in stance, breathing corpse,Flesh-ridden body, so pain-stricken,With acute hunger, he warps.Dismantled dignity, he begged for alms,Broken faiths but holding to life,Fighting the last shreds of moments he has,Life or death,… Continue reading HUNGER
It's the wind,with an old fragrance,that keeps the fire glowing,deep inside the hearts.
Written on her face,stories of her heart,can’t be heard,but understood.
"It’s never about a bad situation,It’s about priorities hiddenin the tears of compulsion."- Gautam Kumar
In my breaths,the dissolved ashes of your loveare left somewhere,it raises itself,and covers me in dust,when the known wind,with the smell of yours,blows.- Gautam Kumar
“This flexuousempyrean of thoughtsdarkens itself to thetrifling consequenceof losing someone.”
"The brightness tends to dim in the most beautiful fashion as the moist eyes try to convince but the time sleeps to sunset."
"In the misery of Pain,the hurt beliefs of life,never fought to forget,what was causing it."