A fierce rebel, narcissist in a hopelessly practical world. On Words of a Lifetime. Satyarthi Mishra on Time of Un-death.

Revelations of an unskilled ennui fighter. A Poem about Everything on my Mind Right Now. I got the half-moons of my lips. With fish fat after two months. Realised that fish are leaves because. Skeletons are venation and even if. Sense to the ones that fled to where. Colours were as the lights went out. The world a sodden monochrome,. A razed veil of pepper strung, when. Sweat and laid the present moment to.

Content to live each day just like the last. When you are still young and your shoulders are not yet burdened by the ferocious reality, you dream. You think of having the perfect life, dating the girl of your dreams and changing the world with your ideologies. In such a stage, words like Heaven from hell, Blue skies from pain bellows in your head while you speak. But the million dollar question envelopes the aura of misleading decisions,. So you think you can tell? Pink Flo.