I find pieces of you in distorted cosmic dusts
In falling stars, I see your name so bright
You are the street signs, whenever I am lost
When you’re here, everything feels so right.
Tag: Poem
Interview, Poetry by Aparajita Kumari
Hesitant half steps,
Ready to turn and rewind.
‘I could have done better.’ He thinks.
And looks at the folds on the crease of his shirt.
Three more interviews in the pipeline for today.
I wish I didn’t look so exhausted.
WILDsound Festival 