Description of the Book:
 
"So, I hold on tight to my pain,
As it fills my nostrils with the stench of burning flesh.
I breathe in deep,
Because if not, I will die.
I tighten my embrace,
Because, only pain can save me, you see."

This collection of poems which were penned over a period of 21 days alludes to the various shades of love and it's repurcussions. The feeling of love is universal, so is loneliness. It's commonly believed one exists in the absence of the other, but more often than not, they coexist.
This collection pays homage to the delicate yet exquisite relationship between these two profound feelings.

"Even then,I yearn to bury myself in the leftovers.
Your impressions.
A primal dust bath.
To hoard those memory stubs;the remains of a passion long dead."