The sleepless nights I had then,
I had something to dream about,
Hope waiting at the end of the tunnel,
The life I loved, waiting out there to live.


I had known, it won't last,
It cannot be forever,
Yet, I hoped my hope won't desert,
Now that it did, I stopped to think.


The sleepless nights I have now,
I have nothing to dream about,
Hope forlorn, no light in vicinity,
My life I lead, hollow and ridden of life.

Hurt is rhyming to Heart, and love is no were near that.

Death: A restful sleep, when you don't bother to get up.

Quietness: A state of appearing tranquil, when mind is too tired/exasperated/angry. But, which generate gentle ripples that is kept alive through out this state of mind and ready to blow wildely at the slightest provocation.

Nature: The wildest, beautiful, difficult to create by man phenomenon.  Even a tiniest embryo study when penned down, might result in a book as big as a t-rex.

Insomnia: a rejection of a proposition between eyes and brain,  if otherwise may have ended up curled in bed sleeping together.

Sweetest of chocolates leave a trace we want to rinse off...