It is not hard to be happy,
but it is hard to remain one,
seeing all the things that shatter your heart,
and to pretend you care for none,

It is not hard to travel,
but it is hard to travel forever,
because seeing nature is stupefaction ,
and man is afraid to never come back ever,

It is not hard to be alone,
but it is hard to remain alone forever,
because sometimes people come to change your life,
and you never remain same ever,

It is not hard to forget,
but it is hard to forget completely,
of the beautiful memories you had,
they do not become stars easily,

It is not hard to say goodbye,
it is hard to say goodbye forever,
because the eye crave for a vision,
and  heart has not control whatsoever ,

It is not hard to write,
but it is hard to write with heart,
Because you start bleeding yourself,
that succumbs you in minutes of start.

I still hear the drops on glass
That come to break silence at last,
One after another they come barging with noise,
And i hear echoes of the rain without any choice

The echoes take me to a place i have been,
Being their is a painful sin,
for the memories and pain that attach to the place,
they keep the happy soul from me displaced,

Echoes taught me it’s okie to cry,
like the sky that’s magnanimous and isn’t shy,
to let go of things you can’t control,
to let your heart heal the soul,

I would hear them all life long,
would see the drops on windows passing along,
The sky has finally taught me to let it go,
it’s okie for me to accept this very slow.

Till the hearts beat,
Till the eyes are open,
Till the memories hover,
Till the past blows,
Till the pain resides.
Till the joy resurfaces,
Till there is hope,
Till then,Love is not lost.