There is pain.
But it isn't covered by any illusion.
It is left naked in silence.
That silence speaks a thousand words ,
Loss being its most evident flavour.
Back in the good old days ,
We used to roam around the clouds ,
Strapped to our spirit buddies ,
Our sky bisons.
There was little laughter ,
And much disciplined meditation.
But now ,
I stand alone once again.
And all I can do ,
Is drown in this emotion of grief ,
And hope that in silence ,
Nature answers me.
A wise man once told me .
That the strife within me ,
Was meant to bring ,
The balance to this world.
And so I dejectedly accept ,
My sole duty to this world.
