I Hide Everyday To Be Found

Yeah!

Now I write every day 

Not realizing 

In how many I fake. 

I just doff the dust

Resting at the edges 

But chromophores

Keep making 

My blue moods pale. 

Lately, I write every day 

Not winding up

The leaves that refuse to stay.

Swinging like curls

Those phrases sink in phase,  

Which are yet to answer

To the mocking haste of haze.

Believe me, I write every day

And at every notch of the day, 

I just pray that I keep 

Being okay every day. 

Good for the shelf, 

Better for self.

I mask every day

Some atavistic myths from myself. 

But how I write every day

Is an echo to be renowned.  

As if I dive every day to be drowned;

As if I hide every day to be found;

As if I dye every day to be browned.