Biography of Utsav Patel
Does it make any difference? Nothing much interesting about me. In the end we all gonna die!
Utsav Patel Poems
Will O' The Wisp
On a grimmest evening... Salty breeze was blowing... Cacophony of birdcall was provoking... That aroma;
In a room with mosquitoes.. With Dusty room.. With loneliness... With a fan which seems so dead...
Killer Inside Me
Inside me.... A killer is king... This reign will make me strong... Strong enough to heal my wounds...
Disgrace Of My Existence
I was a teddy once now i am a junk sitting in a junk yard I found myself like a
I can not decide... This is isolation or its loneliness... Is it emptiness? ? What is that? ?
It feels good to walk away from apathy... Where nothing is last forever... 'If you solicitous about something.. And you don't get it.. Leave it... Omnipotent will give it at correct time and situation..'
'E# Of My Heart'
A song in your sacred veins... Lyrics in your sapphire eyes... Tune in your windy hairs... Beat in your tiny heart...
That precious moment that I will always cherish... That moment... When I spent hours and hours In my room...
Echoes Of Love (In The Memories Of Kurt...
Yesterday i slept... Slept with 'all apologies'... That echoes still in my head... I love the way you said..
What Is All About It?
When I see a very poor boy, starving, tears in his eyes, I gave him some food, that serene moments were make me feel like 'todopoderoso', to raise his being, to raise his soul. What is all about it? When I give flowers to my beloved..
It was dull sun, going to rest his head after a long listless day.. Crepuscular rays are spilling out beyond the horizon, like offsprings running out of the house to play after school.. That moment, when offspring throwing away his bag and running like the Napoleon who has won in the war..
Thodi sone si dhoop he... Thodi chandi si chandni... Thoda gam tumhe bhi he... Thoda mujhe bhi...
Its Make Me Insane
Everyday it passes by... Through my rigid life... Even without your insipid glance... Even without your wither fortune..
The whiff of affliction passes away. Do you heard this wobble mate? where are you peace? there was no gratitude nor griefs
In a room with mosquitoes..
With Dusty room..
With a fan which seems so dead...
With flying ashes...
With your dead memories...
I put a cigarette between my venomous lips...
Smoke arrested me...