Pranjal Sachan

take away my pages and I'll scribble on walls
throw me out on roads and I'll paint the streets
I'll trace my words anywhere I can
I'll let them be free, 
For they are meant to be.
Let them be washed away by rains,
to be mixed with the earth 
and live forever more.
I'll smear my heart on sheets.
I'll carve my skin.
such is my desire for words
such is my craze for expression
for life, for you, for us.

current works-
"Something's left" 
my poetry book, about all the aspects in life. from identity, to doubts of all sorts, to love of all kinds imaginable, heartbreak, motivations, failed expectations and what not. Hope you find yourself in there(?)

Coming up books -
1. "What's remembered lives" a teen-fiction, coming of age book
2. "Mania(c)"A psychological horror book