17 APR 2018 AT 13:38

Sleeping and dreaming,
arms in arms,
hands in hands,
under the same roof
of uncertainties and insecurities.

Waking up to see us,
rhyming in rhythms,
whining in pickle,
for the varied desires,
of similar homes and destiny.

When the insecure roof falls,
we'll build our shelters,
arms in arms,
rhyming and whining.
Creating a future which costs,
everything we lost.

It will be worth it,
just try.
It will be worth every tear,
we ever cried.

- Niharika