Bipin Tiwary

Obscure The Paths
Of Meadows
Are Empty Without You

Dying In
The Prolepsis
Of  Heart.
I am missing you
I am missing you.

Solo Conscience Of
Sadness Is Making
A Noise Of Emptiness
And That Emptiness
Is Your Absence.

Where I am Feeling
The  Insecurity Of
Juxtaposition Space
In A Melody Of Absence
In A Melody Of Absence