Once in a blue moon, I take out an old picture of myself just to check how many wrinkles I’ve added since I crossed happy days Once in a blue moon, I try to recollect just what you whispered into my ears as we made…

    Living in pigeon holes boxed in with closed doors Restricted, obstructed, constricted views Brightly painted doors for happy beginnings Cities that lure with their fake promises playing with real lives Too hungry to refuse, they play along with a hope Someday, that door…