Every day and night
Being all long,alone and alive
Viewing the lamp that flickers and kept brightening,
Gives a hope of never frightening.
The time when ink flows on the paper,
Spreads pain and made my words uttered out even better.
My scribbled words tell a story.
Story of being stabbed and covered by wounds has its own glory.
A gist that keeps me all awake and bleed,
Still provoking me to lead.
But then the paper crumbles and falls,
Making my words unspoken,unbearable after all.
Like cutting and bleeding the wounds and dripping them back in pain.
That bring memories of sorrow and then makes me cry again.
To the drop of tear which falls through my eyes sliding to cheeks and make its way,
Still again give disappointment and sways.
Then after bearing the darkness and never-ending nights.
Eyes still floods up to face the morning of giving false hope,
And making it worse even more..
Thanks guys for giving your precious time to my work.
