Karran Kumar

Crows Over The Red Fort invites the discerning reader into a journey across the vast and variegated lands of India, a realm of splendid contradictions and profound mysteries. Through the delicate yet unflinching medium of poetry, it unveils both the tumult and the quietude, the brilliance and the shadow, of a nation alive with diversity. Crafted for those of mature sensibilities, these verses seek not merely to depict a place, but to evoke its very spirit, its sighs, its passions, and the subtle melancholy that lingers upon its streets and fortresses. One does not merely read these poems; one traverses the soul of India itself.
          
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Anymore planned for Comical? 

so, another account of mine got banned/deleted ... again ... for no reason. is there someplace else i can publish besides wattpad lol

2023 is almost over …

Would you please go through my poems if you do like and offer few votes with your valuable comments .

i could hold hundreds of grudges,
          hate all the people who hurt me then.
          feed into the critics and judges,
          enact revenge on a dozen men.
          
          but i’m tired of running on anger,
          it’s a fuel that erodes the engine.
          so here’s some unsolicited candour,
          an unapologetic rant about the peril i’m in.
          
          i hated how i looked before,
          starved and slaved to make them want me.
          i’ll curse the mirror forevermore,
          cus i’ll never be as perfect as i’d kill to be.
          
          i’ll never get to trust a compliment,
          or believe it when someone says i’m beautiful.
          i’m the warden of this endless torment,
          but never good enough or even a glass half-full.
          
          i’ll hide these insecurities behind a smile,
          dress to distract from the look in my eyes.
          i’ll lift a heavier weight and run the extra mile,
          skip a few more meals and tell a few more lies.
          
          i’ll change my hair and my personality,
          again and again if that’s what it takes.
          i’ll die inside just to make them like me,
          even if this tired heart of mine breaks.
          
          Karran Kumar ℵ Curse The Mirror