By Utkarsh Rawat
The Sun does shines yeah,
The Towers surpass yeah,
That Rainbow does seem just alright ...
The Moon looks familiar,
Its night adheres,
To the memories of the Stars in sight…
The Rage turns warm yeah,
The Winds still cuff yeah,
This Garden resembles like just it was...
The Sounds are calling,
And Lights are falling,
Those shells are bursting out colours...
The Streams are flying,
And the Haze igniting,
My Morning Glory scents of the Storm...
Utkarsh Rawat is a Business Professional with a taste for old school writing and Hindustani poetry. An alumnus of the University of Delhi with a focus on Philosophy and History, his writing is an inquiry into the human condition, often blending psychological insights with philosophical outlook. He writes poetry in both Hindi and English, seeking to find the poetic rhythm within the chaos of modern context.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 