Torrent Poem by Utsav Patel

The whiff of affliction passes away.
Do you heard this wobble mate?
where are you peace?
there was no gratitude nor griefs
I believe in geocenterism.
You can occupy your place in heavens.
I am going to the black hole!

'Hallucination'
Smoldering with unconscious state.

In the race of life:
Since I know the meaning of love and life,
I missed the starting gun.

Melancholy ecstasy of isolation:
In a jungle
A 'concrete jungle',
Chirping vehicles and planes.
A groan hikes till the gleam of silence.
Souvenir of death!