adityasinha

Desire of the night

Drop by drop , Drip in my soul. You wet, still ignite , me there to behold , desire of the night.(I) Lips touched the wet, When our body met. Like souls merged ...

Pondicherry : Remnants of the colonial pasts

One always gets spoiled for choice when deciding to travel in southern India, even with keeping other parts of India out of choice. I’ve lived in Hyderabad for ...

It rained in the winter

Seeing you For their traction They do call you, Whore, a distraction But still, There is a voice Beneath my baritone which begs them, To think and be gone, That...