I feel like typewriter in an age of computer
A golden era song..stuck in the radio
A neon crayon in charcoal box
A deep conversation on a long drive
A missing piece of jigsaw puzzle
A rain drop sliding on the glass window
A dense cloud roaming nowhere
A footprint looking for the wave
A snow in summer
I feel like typewriter in an age of computer
hoping that some day both gives same meaning to the stories written on it !
P.S- Imaginary!
