Pieces of words ,

Are all I get,

To express what I feel

On those moments of sufferings,

When only loneliness is gifted

To a solitary cloud,

That longed to drop , to touch the beloved earth.

To flow over it against all hurdles ,

For it loved the touch.

The bee can’t feel

And know not the worries,

As the flower always smiles

But cries it’s heart.

The candle melted in fire,

But the night is still so long

And darkness and darkness,

Some frozen dreams and some nightmares

And darkness and darkness.

What wakes the ideal body and pulls into puzzles?

No morning brings pleasure for the star
that cries,

That is parted from the night

And prays the sun,

“Let me meet,

My dear darkness,

Where my love moon, is waiting for me

What chains pull me , I know not.

But I love the world that I have got.”

No peace , no happiness

Meant great for the sea

The waves try to touch the beach

And tides fear like me

But again, I wait for thee.