Adrift upon the skies with
in lucid amalgamated madness of
dreams on a plane far away from my rusting life.
Traveling in time lost and hidden from the
realm of darkness where the world dances
in tandem with my
insidiousness of my
narrative mind carrying me across the
great white plains of obscurity.
making way, piggybacking this journey,
as images of people I’ve been through life,
necrophobic and dull, fade into the words scribbled in my notebook.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar