Our splattered stories of psychedelic undertones add chaos to our grey worlds. We dip our fingers into words to console our wounds and that’s when we bleed poetry.

Here’s a bit of profound poetry coming your way from a dear friend from a blog worth following-

Falling for universal art, the creases embrace the divinity of thy body’s mess. Melted shades of faded grey, the odds mark a bond’s permanence. This place, this room, awaits for raw celebrations. Wherever we are, wherever we go, lets leave behind our creations.

Picture credits – Vidisha Kaushik

via Poetic dips #2 — Alive and Drunk