Perfectionist met imperfection
at every bend.
Flowing freely,
the thoughts churned into words,
in absence of rhyme, and rhythm,
poet's block created
a work of art.
-payalagarwal
:)Thoughts are ephemeral.Sometimes I capture them in sketches and clicks and sometimes I simply pen them down.Here you'll find my sketches and clicks along with the thematic writes about whatever I think and feel.
Wonderful
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