Question - Why do you write so much pain?
Answer - Welcome to the club...

The evening looked serene
The sunset was usual
The silver moon was half covered by clouds
The stars were scattered just so casual
The road seemed longer
Yearning for its favorite companion perhaps
Time stood still, reluctant to elapse
And then it was the ears longing for its patron—
The voice which makes it complete
The heart which was perhaps missing its own beat…

a history, untold
a mystery to unfold
an eternal search
a perpetual urge
too ethereal to achieve
too surreal to believe
a desire, remaining unfulfilled
an epic, still being quilled
a moment stilled
in the veins, it instilled
O my beloved!
you're a dream too grand to be realised
a scheme, too ambitious to be materialised....