Look around, searching, hunting,
Things you know nothing about,
This world is governed by conventional
Suffocating, twirling around in limited dimension
Fighting for the space in this crowd
Where you can spread your wings around
May be someone will move to make space
Willingly, to give the presence you crave
Curious on the concept of miracles
Holding the left over of the imaginations
Tip toeing around the karmic interventions
Waiting, to be searched and found
Pondering on times cruelty,
Asking the unknown about
Where exactly to, in final story
Hoping, the one find its way back to me
Before we loose and become history.
Written By - Ritika Patel
