Pratik Lohia


You sprinted among the slivers of a savaged heart;
Among broken chords and rhythmic distorts
and the whispering froths of a singing river.
Within the chasms of empty dens,
Of darkened caves and lonely sands.
A silent wave of surreal love
In blue white or purple, maybe red but so unreal.
Of coldness in my veins or the broken breaths
Of pins and needles where every nerve end rests.

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