Comments about Aditya Mudbhary
To Love Or Not
The breeze of memories blow through my heavy chest,
A cool long breath of the future slithers into my veins,
It was not so long ago since I saw the lady from the west,
And all too soon uncertainty drips on my shirt and stains.
A cruel joke played over and over again,
Like a modern mixtape with scratches they call so great,
Much like the waters of Everest eventually end in the drain,
It seems all good things have a similar fate.