Nikhail Pandhi

Rookie (03-11-1992 / Delhi, India)


Every time, this plaintive mind comes to think of you
I find myself swiveling in a vortex of oblivion
As if like my melancholy, you have kept me rapt
In a titanium cocoon

Whether I love you or not
Is immaterial now, just like my erstwhile pleasures,
Which have long-gone rancid
And may even turn poisonous, soon

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