Sleepless...
Most nights, I wait for morning to tiptoe Waiting for the daily chores To throttle the cacophony in my mind Wondering, somewhere... If you too spend sleepless nights Thinking why did life throttle your love!
A collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time… Sometimes, on good days, for falling in love And on other days, thinking of the love that could have been there. Almost.