Sitting alone Checking your phone Expecting some one Anyone will get to you But there was no call There was no blink of message Then you are lost. Lost as you need one to heal you Or to hold you Or to share what you can't hold more And that's the time when you are … Continue reading Lost
Sometime when you are vulnerable And nothing can cure you Everything is messed up You will meet your talent To express or to relax. I use to paint but last one and half year left me without color and paper. Here I am starting again.