Brisk walk on a city trail
Pujari, Adit
This poetry book is loosely a compilation of my inner thoughts and mind wandering. For most of the part, I have had no control over what I wrote. The words weren't coherent as they gushed out of my conversations with my inner self. For most of the part, I was as scarred, awestruck, disappointed, confused, and, at times, disgusted by the poetry as you would be in a short while. Bear with me, it gets rocky, low, depressive, and quite romantic. R...