Humans of Himachal

Get comfortable with the discomfort for now,For the new sun shall bring happiness somehow. Relax

What colour of skin, do death and sufferings acknowledge? Don’t look at me now, pretending,

Walking through the empty streets, Behind all the crumbling sheets, Listening to my beasts, Crying,

Every time you’re hurt, You keep coming, Your heart, is a heart, Others have machines,

You shall see me, Where these horizons meet. Stay here, quite, Please, have a seat.

I met this guy on the shore, He was cool, funny and something more. Bright

I learned his past present desires to fly, The way he sounds when his demons

I looked at him while crying, I knew there was no use of trying. You