Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Monday, September 7, 2020

RDP Unoccupied

With your thoughts, 

unwinding in me, 

all day long,

drafts of random rhythms, 

fill my unoccupied hours,

like scribbled verses.





Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

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