Like the brink of A strange little whirlpool Where consent is A thin blurred line between pillows Like two clouds merging And you couldn't tell The grey a p a r t. You couldn't know Which one of us Were the darker Shade of grey.
It's a warm, frozen world Where green gives in to Orange and gold, Snow turns bl...Show more
Brilliant perspectives on life, coupled with extraordinary wordplay. Saket ji's works are both daintily nuanced with emotions and thoughts that rouse the grey cells in one's mind. Sincerely a fan! Please keep writing.