Always have admired joint families The love, care and what not Had one but never a part of it, How many ocassion i have spent sitting and thinking Of the place that's none of my belonging.
Some nights i wish i were a sketch drawn with pencil to be erased from everywhere and disappear, Some nights i wish i were a portrait drawn with fine markers to never even get touched by.
Since when did holding on became a question on present existence, Don't your eyes ever hold on to your favourite line without meaning that you'll never end the book.