Crimson buds gardening my drowsy heart Under the shallow skies of crystals Of yearning unfulfilled necessities To become my part and parcel These then formulate and modify To zeal and infinite addictions As I open the gateway Of my drowsy heart And then a storm of knocks again I undoubtedly accept them Without any question or inquiries Unknowingly inviting my disabilities Half of my heart lie in them Not less than reckless As I caught red-handed Indulging in this mess..
I'm seriously addicted to smartphones..They are, to me, like a blessing in disguise. I have to tell my brother to hide every gadget somewhere where I cannot easily find it..