** The black and yellow lifeline Traverses, travels, triumphs over Claustrophobic by-lanes and Temporary disdains; As the sweat and grime, oozing with mundane Expectations and harsh realities coat the conscience, The lusty winds by the sea face offer hermitage to a Troubled mind. There is Hope. Between the tensions and pretensions and the 6.45 Churchgate […]
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Author: Pranav Mehta
Monochrome Blues
Dead hearts, still, a-pounding; A silence so resounding, Melodies of discord abound, Where skies, high, below the ground From shoal, depths, begin descent, In summers of our discontent, They dodge, deaf, deflections, A mirror of reflections A simple, sound, complexity, A nimbly- knit perplexity, A sin, sacred, sacrosanct Ingratitude so duly thanked, This light, […]