Low Lines.

It’s funny how people and universe are so related and not related at the very same time. I carry this. I keep failing at looking through things, constantly. I keep knowing right Yet, keep practising wrong. It won’t be incorrect if i call my life ordinary But myself, extraordinary I watch clouds for hours only to see something more than just clouds There are nights which bring thoughts to me instead of sleep, Meticulously arranged thoughts There are hopes clashing with realities Rather brutally. I wonder, How we keep desiring and defending emotions, Pretty simultaneously. How people meet unplanned and … Continue reading Low Lines.