Procrastinated feelings
Swept under the night cover
Happy moon in full view
Trying to make the night brighter
Sitting apart in anticipation
Opportune moment to express
Bathing in the silver light
There comes a glimmer of hope
Aching hearts want to heal
Taste the heady potion together
Such a serene night, in conspiracy
Trying to make this an ethereal stage
Distances can be traversed
Tonight is the night
Spaces can be fulfilled with the love
That once was
Waiting for a crescendo moment
Souls can entwine under the silver light
Love always sees a glimmer of hope

Once.
It happened
I felt bad about it
But then washed that memory away.

Twice.
It happened,
A silly mistake
But then the weight built up on me
Still I didn't feel or see
And walked on the same path.

Thrice.
It happened again
My eyes slightly opened
But they were in deep meditation
For the wrong choice of words
That I still didn't realise.

Then the world collapsed beside me
And my eyes were half open
They were blurred up
So much by tears
That the crooked world in front me
Appeared to be straight.

Then the end came
And the world was gulped down
By the mysterious darkness
Created on my own.
I slowly drowned
And my eyes opened
I saw it all clearly
But it was too late
I saw it clearly
But now I am a clean slate.

If only to lose,
All of what came before,
If only to remove,
All that poisons my every thought,
If only to prove,
Events not my mind were the cause,
If only to refuse,
To accept another closed door,
If only to choose,
To take my life back from the jaws,
Of self-pity.

If only such a gas as led Vaudevue to take her life,
Could be found for me,
My own M L 5,
To destroy my history.

Why is the world a sad place?
Why is it not worth living in?
Why is it that we a forced to fantasize about a magical place?
Why is it that we are even existing?

Why?
This is a question
that does not have an answer.
And we shall forever wonder
why we must always wander.

But the questions
We don't know the answers to
Are the questions
Which matter the most
And something that matters
Sits at our backs like a host
******* away our emotions and awareness
Taking away our souls,
Strangling our throat with an invisible harness,
Dragging us like an animal,
Away from our goals.

And so we try
to make ourselves feel
something that can be controlled;
We bleed, we cry, we burn
Or maybe we don't want to feel at all
and we fill our lives with smoke
and illusions
Or maybe
we just decide to go
and end it all
And never say goodbye.

It is a sickness
Not to ask the question "Why?"
Because since childhood,
All I ever did after asking was sigh
Because no one would talk
No one would listen
No one would speak
And still my eyes would glisten,
Eager to know: Why?

Why is the world so scattered?
Like pieces of broken glass,
We're shattered
We are taught to live like this
Since the time we were born
We are taught to live like this
Till the time our hearts are worn.

I just want to know: Why?

Why?

I want to know
But since there is no answer to "Why"
I can't tell, so,
I would just sit back
And silently cry.