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A Tug Called India A quiet tribute to the Tricolor, capturing the deep, instinctive bond between India and the heart of its people. Wherever...

Sunday, August 25, 2019

Amber inkstains

Poetic droplets,
swirling, twirling in goblets,
like vintage traces
sensually alluring,
psychically exalting.


The amber inkstains, 
randomly spilled on splash-screens, 
mesmerizing words.


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