By Paridhi Tripathi
The blue blood and red thirst in me, searches for a symmetry.
To my wonder, when threads are always tangled,
what is the use of drawing a rosy balance?
Is not even a twisted nose, charming at an angle?
When our practical neurons, governed by time,
walk no straight path.
Then why do we have to seek our counterparts?
Don't stars burn alone in asymmetrical galaxies?