Far seated from the earth we live in, resides a benevolent connection.
Just like a Christmas carol sung in Hell, Just like the bond of me and the slumber, odious for some but for me and my dreams it's an approach to perfection.
Or maybe like, you’re a virtuous soul and I'm your farrago reflection.
Just the way an entanglement of me as fallacies and you being correction.
If I’m the earth, you’re the benevolent connection
If I’m the hell, you’re a Christmas carol
If I’m the slumber, you’re me
If I’m farrago, you’re a virtuous source
If I’m me, you’re my correction
~Aditya Ratan Bharadwaj