Night engulfs me with its sombre darkness Cigarette glowing with all its fury I try to lit my heart and search, something I never had and that always went missing Questions rumble loud inside Lots of questions, like unending drops of monsoon hitting the roof above me And the question always starts with 'why' I always believed I was hopeful, Future will welcome me with good accords. How long will it take to find the future? Its scary to consider if I will be always stuck in past. I try to find among the ashes going down on tray, the answer to every why. night slugs down its way The rain piter-patter continuously, undesirous to stop I wonder about the picture of damaged organs on the cover of cigarette packet, Are these even real? (I peek inside and wonder why so much of smoke in there) At times I peek out of window hoping to see stars above rain. All the lights from starry sky lost among heat of monsoon. Hope always covered me with disappointment If only I had a mystical pet of nine coloured feathers That could fill me with colours enthusiasm. (why) Is that moon that's glowing meekly over there or am I just sleep deprived? Every night ***** little life out of me. (why) It won't be surprise to find my breath held inside , cold and undaunted by questions, one fine morning.