Hope is a temporary feeling, but persistently knocks the door It has its own reasons to mediate with the obdurate reality Tempers simmer… the days feel excruciatingly longer than they are Of shapes and distortions, objects and their rigid edges Painful manoeuvring through shrinking spaces- spiteful paths Opening them for anyone, without understanding their disguise Guile slithers through the pristine world of hope and love … Continue reading Hoping