Every morning I wake up
feeling a void in my heart.  
I stare at the friendly knife,
wishing to soak it
in my pool of blood.

The people we meet in life
always stay with us -
some as beautiful memories,
and
some as ugly scars.

A shelter in your heart I seek,  
to hide from all the miseries and grief.
I will wait for the day
when you reopen your heart for me.

Silence,
Quiet,
Abandonment.

Some people know
the art of hurting so well
that they hurt you
where it hurts the most.

Why don't the heart and mind
speak the same language?

Is it because-

the mind matures
and
the heart remains a child?

What was once a beautiful bond
is now broken.
What's left is a shattered heart.
Anxiety fills my thoughts all day,
keeps me awake all night.
Once a beautiful dream
now turned to a nightmare.

I look for peace
nowhere to be found.
How do I mend
the broken bond?
Everything feels so lost -
waiting for a ray of hope.

Politics create barriers.

Art builds bridges.