Having the feeling of losing myself in the tide today...
tide called life...
tide called the day to day huddles... n riddles...
the smile which got lost with the lost time....
the thoughts which got squashed thanks to the plans...
the emotions which can never be realized with passing time...
How can it be so easy to be lost
and even more easy to be found again with the hope ...
the hope which keeps me alive..
the hope that keeps me going...
the hope to solve the riddle...
the wish to squash the huddles...
the smile of assurance from the one sitting across the table...
