Slipping into the unknown

There will come a time in your span of living when mere announcing your choices and decisions won’t matter to any one. The time will be like a sharp knife against your throat, you feel the death so near yet you are unable to make any movement to run away. Though your choices you make…

Longing while missing

For that which wasAnd For this that isI am in-betweenLonging for thatMissing out thisAdding that to my tomorrowI reckon I am a loserFor this i will be longing for A day it becomes that.