4 AM by Sanjeev Sethi Phrases cruise at an uneven pace. Images sink in as sensations takeover like gullywashers. Flashback is a cuss word which never fails to minimize me. Your lips on mine and her eyes insulting our intimacy. Even in memory you’re crisp like charm pierced through the pinhole of love. Reality has … Continue reading Poetry: 4 AM by Sanjeev Sethi