Days do not breathe anymore Swaying with gloomy feelings Shaping the mood of humanity Piteously watching the changes Once, beauty was promised Now, only the offensive screams Emanating from the sullied spaces Fewer communications these days Rushing towards delusional dreams Scoffing at the idea of patience As much feeble consciousness feels Unfairly the days have been treated Punished for the unworthy dalliance Raconteurs have been … Continue reading How It Proceeds