HANDS

Third, fourth, fifth attempt! It was still asking me the same question! Forgot password?? No way!! Either Zuckerberg had developed FB to show this for calling his creation a dumbass or it was me who was carefully typing wrong passwords!Either of the thoughts now seemed dwarfing before my third terrible hunch.

It was the silent withering that took me back to the ICU bed, of how hopeful I was when your vitals were intact, while the machine still displayed a zigzag line.

They crossed their paths and drew a lineAnd a line was crumbled in my palm,For what I should make of it?When it is yet to mature!I know not neither love nor pain,Or maybe too drunk to decipherThese were all a mystery to meTill you showed up!Now I know loveNow I…