In the midst of this battle with being unmindful and trapped in oblivion, I just sit tight for the summer to pass soon while sweating it out, waiting for monsoon. And now that it's here in June, I break free from my cocoon, I sneak out of my room with an ice cream and a maroon spoon. I sit under the serene moon, locked up in an unseen booth reminiscing my deceptive youth, much of spilled ink and little colourful hues. As I play my favourite tune by Typhoon, I sink in the sorrow of tomorrow, d...

In the midst of this battle with being unmindful and trapped in oblivion, I just sit tight for the summer to pass soon while sweating it out, waiting for monsoon. And now that it's here in June, I break free from my cocoon, I sneak out of my room with an ice cream and a maroon spoon. I sit under the serene moon, locked up in an unseen booth reminiscing my deceptive youth, much of spilled ink and little colourful hues. As I play my favourite tune by Typhoon, I sink in the sorrow of tomorrow, d...