Bibaswan Maharana

Everything fell into the deepening dead-end for every possible question thrown at him and manifested as “Orphic” at the doomed entrance of the start. Each reason that remained ferly for people had dressed up as an expergefactor for the tired desires of life this noceur was leading. Gathering the remains of his now-dead emotions, he took the funeral stage to the city of lost voices and few chosen absquatulate(s). The ashes of his living-dead love were knotted to his dried pupils and the last-breathing desires were stuck to his mapping feet, which said goodbye to the downhill a long time ago.    Searching his way through the constantly distracting burble of the Koshi river his uncombed hairs and unsettled heartbeats finally found their respective existences on the peak of Kanchenjunga. The reveries he had cultivated on the barren dark soil of his infertile love and the quench misspelled as hiraeth got their rooms on the freezing altitude of the mountain that had aggressively agr...