Prabhat Saraswat:
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Prabhat Saraswat:
And they walk on the frozen lake and feel like jesus
Prabhat Saraswat:
A winter afternoon
Prabhat Saraswat:
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Prabhat Saraswat:
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Prabhat Saraswat:
"Untitled"
Prabhat Saraswat:
"Crack"
Prabhat Saraswat:
Some wait and while others just take off
Prabhat Saraswat:
Boast of quietness
Prabhat Saraswat:
Feminine fatalities
Prabhat Saraswat:
Mushroom clouds
Prabhat Saraswat:
"Sail us to the moon"
Prabhat Saraswat:
"Give me Sanctuary"
Prabhat Saraswat:
The flowering of god-like people in the muted air would seem strange to an intruder of certain size.
Prabhat Saraswat:
"Star-fish gluttony"
Prabhat Saraswat:
"Sultry conversations"
Prabhat Saraswat:
"The patrons"
Prabhat Saraswat:
They write, poems of love, letter of hate, stories of fate, at night, quite late
Prabhat Saraswat:
The eyes say it all
Prabhat Saraswat:
My granny
Prabhat Saraswat:
Spine
Prabhat Saraswat:
My sister,
Prabhat Saraswat:
--My granny--
Prabhat Saraswat:
-- Migrant family at india gate --
Prabhat Saraswat:
Shambhavi
Prabhat Saraswat:
Sanyogita
Prabhat Saraswat:
Pokru
Prabhat Saraswat:
Sriraam and shalu,
Prabhat Saraswat:
Himachal Kids
Prabhat Saraswat:
Fearless and the fearful,
