I know for sure
you don't see me here
where the lights are like twinkling stars
the music is shifting
the crowd is drifting
I'm lost in the smoke
that fills this club
I'm wasted in the world
you call your own
does it matter to you
that I love your smile
would you care to know
what I wouldn't give
to walk with you these empty streets
to hold your hand this lonely night
Official Website and Blog for Shaleen Rakesh, an author based in Dehradun, India. Shaleen is a writer and recursive observer of the shifting Himalayan landscape, whose work interrogates the friction between geologic time and the fragile architecture of human memory. Deeply rooted in the ecological and psychological terrain of the Doon Valley, his prose functions as a diagnostic for the Anthropocene—charting the rain of ash that defines modern loss.
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