Looking at the picture on the wall and wondering what all numbers are there if you roll a  dice of the this thing called ‘life’.
There are ways to overcome sorrows and slight twist and turns that turns into  joy and in the midst of that, the only entity that gets disturbed id the intrigue within us.
The wall is empty and the pictures you put on it have no meaning now, but the heart always want the reminiscence.

A pretty face appears on the mirror and you may have a glimpse of it, yet do not be baffled if you see the way turned into ashes.
This is nothing but the random thoughts hence i may call it ‘ random midnight scribbling’


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