Right now I hear a tune
which makes me to write
the confusions ,
I invite

These words in my head
makes little to no sense
but they are well fed
don't give me much chance

They change their melody midway
and make me change my rhyme right away
But I still write , the words my brain supply
and like that , time passes by

Dawn breaks , as the night ends
And some power descends
I switch off the lights ,
The sun shines bright

Then the wind chimes ring
and I hear the birds sing
Stopping the process of thinking
I taste some peace this sound brings

The morning after the night before
the life's empty shore
nothing left, nothing no more
just an unfinished score
with helpless expressions we wore
on a vacant floor
the mind is quite sore
nothing no more.

The bin is full of tissues
One for each issue
And this last one remains in the box
As no tears flows
Feeling alone
Laying forgotten
With nobody known
it needs a tissue too
to solve its issue.

We are in two worlds together
the one outside the window
the other one, inside the cellphone
Juggling between both of them
exhausting our mind
to become so hollow inside
We forget ourself altogether