Have you ever misplaced something and eventually stopped searching for it? – like when you are looking for a pen and suddenly you are unable to locate it on your study table or the time that you realized that your only scrunchie is missing after you have rifled through your bag for the nth time. I suppose this is not a rare case, for all and sundry this became an endless cycle of mishaps where we lose things and despite of all sorts of searching and cleaning, we ended up losing hope instead and decided to just cease trying.Whatever the reason behind all...

I sometimes still think about you and how this place is now shaded in blue I try to extricate and think of what I can do Deliberately believing all else is untrue  I sometimes still think of the soul that burned Curiosity & longing, one day you will return Meanwhile, I hunt for comfort in foreign’s herd Catching limerence but nothing is earned  I sometimes think this feels nouvelle It would have been easier if we just bid farewell Losing faith as I am under your spell I remain seated in this silence to compel  I sometimes ponder when Love & Hate meets Would you still hope this piece of...