Just because I'm nice to you, doesn't mean I like you. It just means, I'm not rude. No haiku rules followed.
Why am I not feeling mature enough, to hold back to my problems? Why do I keep on crying? Why do I have to undergo those insomniac nights? Am I still that little, to be lullabied? Please tell me if a lullaby will help me sleep deep. Keeping aside all my problems. Yes! I guess... Continue Reading →