Monday, 7 September 2015

Day starts when the day ends...

Whining little thing in checked uniform and bent shoulders
Stacked in an autorikshaw...

Corporation lady in dark blue
Whistling away her frustration...

Man in formals with overtly serious looks waving to the face with unkempt hair and tired eyes that woke up early to fill up the tupperware box...

Looking forward for end of day...
To come back and slid to oblivion...
Till the next day starts...

When the only way to live your dreams is in sleep-
Day starts when the day ends...





A Simple Message...

A Simple Message...