Morning and Sad Songs

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Morning are like sad songs,
I again dreamt of me running away,
Here I'm sitting wandering where should I runaway,
From where every time hollow sadness lurches in,
I could have laughed being among the people,
But my blind optimism is letting me ache with the pain that I myself is unaware with,
Is this the agony of someone else left in me,
The agony I created,
Or my empathizing spirit,
Oh I should've known life could be this way letting me release from that grip of living inside my head,
But the spirit cradled the moment leaving me long ago whom I couldn't able to stop it from feeling what is freedom, happiness, love and joy.
But then why this morning again sounds like a sad song,
While all along I tried to be happy?
Wandering where that joy left me I was dancing with yesterday only?
Wandering how it could leave so early when I hadn't it kissed it last goodbye again?
How come the morning sounds so hollow and dark instead of that warmth and Sunshine?
Mornings are like sad songs,
Which often made me travel through the winters making me run through the coldest embrace.
This sadness isn't hurtful,
It is just cold and still.
As I kept walking through that cold embrace in summers.

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