Nithin Pradeep (8-March 1991 / Palakkad)
Comments about Nithin Pradeep
Within me the remains of a faint graffito,
I etched on the walls of my fractured heart.
The fluxion of an illogical joy so jest,
I am bound to a timescale I call my past.
Memories fade into sea of doubts,
Strangled by the hands of a tide called time.
My beat stops and I am swallowed on this judgement day,
when I am thrown into a hell-hole pitch black and dark.