Here comes the bizarre of an indwelling behavior.
With dishevelment and disheartened beneath.
I lay upon the bed of thorns, until no pain left in me.
Motionless me, thoughts moving and every tear flowing away,
Making its own stream to join the ocean of pain,
Like a drizzle of rain in a drought region,
Making no sense, to dry the thirst of earth either.
With every burden burning me,
Ash and smoke of this heart remains.
Many questions untold and unresolved.
And even if it was, then went unsaid.
Glooming day it was, now and then,
Never recognized and went in vain.
Every droplet with no reason
Making me anguish to grow within.
Mundane thoughts unrestricted,
Making me more fragile.
With outer world getting dark.
With no help from within
A day would rise, with every ray of a new hope begin
Gleaming eyes, smiles on high.
With every agony never been seen.
Making my heart filled with full of happiness
This will be the day of breakeven point
A new era is yet to start,
Waiting for this disheveled heart to rejuvenate again…