Screaming like that witch in the movie
it goes in the field of the intense dilemma,
stopping it by resisting
I take a chance of recreation .
But it hasn’t been stopped by neither the naive
or a erudite ,for it goes on
its songs are sung when it breaks
and also when it combines.
I keep motivating myself for the better
but this is something that cant be
there are memories in it
all of them are elegies and lullabies that need to be published.
I dare say that I am not the only one suffering’
because i have read philosophies and verses
more miserable than my story of it
but there is no comparison for this is an ache.
stones are cut by the hammer in the meanwhile
my eyes get a blink and wink at the same time
a sudden feeling of hope comes into me
that says a message of flexibility.
watching the pain the sun feels
when the clouds cover it by their grey shades
i wish i would have helped it but then
i smelt my own heartache .
rays of hope was sent to me
despite it should have sent the sunshine,
and i being a moon in the blue night
as mighty as it took a chance
recreating everything in a silver lining,
i smiled and kept the pain at still
because this world is a remorseful stage
where this silly heartache stands nowhere .