hope is like a tangled story between truth and death!!


a little i knew before,
was it a small box i lived in:
wherein light pierced
when days amused,
and made me sleep with moon lullaby;

a little i knew before,
what falling would be like
falling down from giant mountain
a hard crash on barren land;
being broken,
into thousands of painful pieces
sadly, still you are not dead to get up!!

a little i always knew the ache
comes from the core of fluttering heart
such agonising ache
that tears loose their ways!

a little i knew of the insult
substantial and beyond excess
still you walk out of the room as a brave survivor
with slitting throat and choking words!!