and i ended my day with a riddle I landed on the bed of a hospital. the gathered fam's questionnaire my failure to answer those eager ears. their arrival without an invitation a feel of self assassination. the promises of being 'forever' were seemed getting replaced with 'never'. sorry!! those pair of eyes said standing in the corner seeing me being 'laid down' to rest. the voice i, too, felt will be missed sorry for the promises I made, as i knew my missing would be kissed. a final thank to the pair of eyes to make self able to see me for the one last time. wish i could have stayed more wish i could have kept the statement that i swore wish i could have met you before in the world that seemed biting i wish could have made the existence much more EXCITING. - Pushkin Channan
Driven by the means to communicate.....