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Sometimes a feeling, a word, or an experience arrives and quietly shapes itself into a poem.
Sometimes a poem arrives on its own—eager to tell a story,
sometimes fictional,
sometimes the other way around.

But the truth is this:
these poems often reveal the reality of my mind,
and at other times, they simply acknowledge the beautiful absurdity of it.

If you’re someone who reads to feel, to escape, or to understand yourself a little better,
you’ll find a home here.
Stick around—let’s wander through words together.

— Nikhil Bhosale (नि. भो.)