Comments about kaustubh tilve
Wandering like a nomad, the only thing that controls time
Whose help as I take to present you this rhyme.
Collecting the golden pieces of the past it glares at the destination
Visualising the success due to preservierence and anticipation.
Keeping itself in the spotlight devouring glory and fame.
Far off from this true world enjoying the created game.
But when the dark eyes open into the reality.
Watching the real colours questions of the possibility.
The crack devlops and the false mirror shatters everywhere.
The moment approaches its doom with no ...