The shadows, the rains, the sparkling lightning and flickering light of the torch,
engulfed with darkness all over the lodge,
sorrow and darkness is not something you can dodge,
the continuous sound of the raindrops hitting the ground,
raindrops reminding me of all the tears and misery I found,
some memories which ain't worth a pound,
was all that I found,
was all that I found,
tears are something fascinating,
pain is something obliterating,
memories and pain are always correlating,
self-esteem tends to bend,
the feelings don't mend,
the suffering doesn't end,
the suffering doesn't end,
the splashes of rain all over my face,
hiding my tear-filled eyes waiting for the sun rays,
felt those droplets through my intense gaze,
Life is nothing but a remorseful maze.
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Cynical Reality
PoetryA couple of poems about the depth and the darkness of this unpredictable, melancholic world.
