Your love is a venom that slowly seeps into my blood stream. Murdering every bit of me, or at least what seems to be.
October 2015
YOU ARE READING
The Aspect Of Oblivion
कविताThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
