It pierces through the heart, unbearable

and discomforting, dawn’s remains the

same: as dusk’s falls with overflowing

streams of salty water through the

anguished face.

Pillows are filled with ocean of tear’s,

wetlands they became.
Hope is lost

and courage left without saying any

good-byes.

The day’s are dark and slippery, force’s

of engagement forgot to say till death

do us apart.

Many were called but few were chosen,

and it happened to be the inner I. The

source of mercy forgot it’s way to my soul.

May one pray in the midst of distance

in between. Healing is something forgotten

within a being, through sleepless night’s.

As I switch off the lights, the collaboration

of a sad piano and a violin plays in my

mind to give strength for another day.

It is written that joy comes in the morning

never cease praying.