• kathakali_dutta 36w


    In the canvas of existence spangled with vibrance.
    There might be an artist craving difference.
    For life without black and white,
    Might actually not be very bright.

    When perpetual melody plays perturbing belligerence.
    There might exist a heart craving silence.
    For life with just rhythmic verse,
    Might actually feel like a curse.