The night falls again,
and she's still feeding the stars with
memories and tales
tales of the old days
when peace used to run in her veins
instead of aches

she is whispering to the indifferent stars
how much she's scared
how she is getting drowned
in the river of her qualms and doubts
that is flowing in her heart ragingly.

She slept..
but the moonlight still could repeat
the everyday dialogue of her heart
the dialogue of how fear is making her
falling apart
how she's trying to find a beam of lantern
that will maybe rekindle her back
how she's waiting for the dawn
that will change her streaming tears
to a glassy dews
how she's terrified
that she even can hear heart beat
as a song with no rhyme.