How strange is this world
Where happiness comes hand in hand with sorrow
Yet my breath is at ease
Everything is okay
My heart is uncomfortably content
I am the faithful cup bearer
In silence
I complain
Your name does not pass my lips
Tell me who could I tell
About what I felt within a day
My heart is a worshipper
And love is my confession
A destination I was not meant reach
My hand captured the night
But the day was bound to rise
I was lost
But now I am here
I am my own hope
These dark clouds are the poetry I see in the sky
Every chapter I turn of this book
I wonder
If maybe we have
Spilt our tears over the same page?