झरोखा - A window to my soul

The sun that never sets

The cloud of gloom never seems to leave my hand,
a constant, unwanted companion that I've had...
Perhaps the curse of loneliness haunts him too,
for who would accept him, if not as sad.

Despair has now become a sun that never sets,
on the dusks I stayed awoken...
A presence that never lets me rest,
on the dawns I slept unspoken.

I've picked my pieces from the dust,
broken and covered with rust...
I glued them with hope and light,
as my bleeding fingers worked all night.

The void inside my heart seems never-ending,
an abyss as it keeps growing...
It's shadowy halo daunting,
as behind me it swarms,
leaving me to cradle myself in my own arms.

The grief is too much,
for my body to contain...
as it overflows
with my life into the drain.

The vessel becomes weak and small,
the more I try to sweep...
crumbled and defeated it lays there,
the more I seem to weep.

The days I've spent longing,
the years I've spent begging...
for someone to be my savior,
The nights I have spent sobbing,
the months I have spent yearning...
have promised it to be a losing wager.

I hope the curse holds true,
when they said
"May God give you a daughter
like you."
For she would be loved beyond the stars,
cherished beyond her scars...
Unlike her damaged mother,
The world would be her canvass
and not the battlefield,
where alone she waged her wars...