A beautiful serenade turned into a funeral choir
A story that became a mute memoir
Memories that left a chronic ache
All reminiscent things now seem to be fake.
The sunset from my balcony ignites the drowning sorrow
Brings back to the fore agony and a sad morrow
The gleaming stars remind me of those peaceful nights
which soon became witness to frightful sights.
As i draw the curtains and call it a day
All the words which i could never say
Become my blanket throughout the nite
Till i am awakened by the brightness of a new light... :)
get up n luk...d new lite ll be shinin upon u nly....:)
ReplyDeletelooking up as d sun is shining :)
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