Half of my poems belongs to the pain and fate. Skin and bones surrendered to red page, wet with blood and collagen Met with Inks and notion. How letters look red and art in the […]
Author: Mayank Sant
In the chaotic rush of chasing metros and seeking mates, We find ourselves, seemingly similar, drawn to opposing fates. Life, effortlessly renewing itself, with little heed to our strife, Leaves us in a quandary, questioning […]