The indigo sky,
Crowns my lose black hair.
It gives depth,
To the perfectly lined kohl
In my gaze less eyes.
I silently listen,
To some soft country music.
Playing far above the grey pavements,
For ritualistic evening walkers.
The day now peacefully ends,
With the emptiness,
One usually comprehends.
The cold floor gets bewitched,
By the lonely streetlights.
Who skillfully spread a sheet
Of scarlet lustre.
The bequeathing stillness,
Accompanies my sadness.
To offer it,
A pound of love.
I wipe a tear,
Which aces along my cheek.
To see a couple of puppies
Playing the nostalgic hide and seek.
Their coats are black,
Unlike the sky today.
Which has dressed up in a different hue,
More towards a dark, ultramarine blue.
My skin now starts reflecting,
The grotesque shapes of the ground.
It has lost its warmth,
And so has my heart's independence.
To the alluring beauty of this evening,
To the wondrous colours of its being.
I find solace,
In the piercing air.
I find peace,
Under an unexpected snare.
For only with these beliefs,
Can our fragile lives bare..
The hammering of our tender hearts.
The weakening of our unstable minds.
The grace of our hopeless faith
The love of our broken state.
Strength and valor,
Come from within.
All you have to do is embrace them,
For the world requires your boldness,
For then only can it taste,
Its never ending sweetness.
With this I end my day,
In the hope to find more courage,
For if a speck of it,
Can create miracles.

Why not befriend it?