Nights are Daring and Hasty

Sometimes the nights are in haste and I have to run my mind everywhere to gather my thoughts So many of them vanish like apparitions, some of them are sharp, they hurt, others are like healing embrocation, some even the rebels of present times You see, nights are rarely the time to rest, busier, since the world does not bother about a solitary silhouette experimenting … Continue reading Nights are Daring and Hasty