Piyush Rohankar

“She is a religion practiced by few, Fading fast to the plastic urban promises, So vintage, her beauty sounds fiction, Can’t separate the maiden from the myth, A fragrance meant for folklore, She is the love long forgotten by the roads…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“I do leave my bed to see tomorrow, And traverse the landscape that my desires paint, But every night when I return to my bed, My existence seems to be a mere exercise in repetition…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism