As I receded to my bed, Memories of bygone sleep, in my eyes unfurled. As I receded to my bed, Memories of bygone sleep, in my eyes unfurled.

The poem speaks about the fast-moving world with very little room for art forms such as his - drum The poem speaks about the fast-moving world with very little room for art forms ...

Love Amidst Death Love Amidst Death

So it is alright To fight it right With some logic But it may lack basic. So it is alright To fight it right With some logic But it may lack basic.

Redness of light... Redness of light...

The controls are mechanical and emotions are lost , Connections depend on wifi, and relations on ne... The controls are mechanical and emotions are lost , Connections depend on wifi,...