I often walk a lonely path
Covered with darkness and wrath,
Devoid of emotions I keep on walking,
Trying to find what I lack.
One with mountains and huge trees,
Where there is constant cold breeze.
A True scenic beauty-
Covered with snow and a noon high sun
Yet Deprived of the daylight,
My path is that one.
I look forward and backward,
Relieved there is no one
But in turn a void develops,
Making me want at least the sun.
In a long long time,
On a fine morning I was getting ready to walk again.
This time the mere difference was -
My loved ones, forced to follow me.
Seldom this happened or -
never should I say.
A rare occurrence,
Once in a blue moon type way.
Somehow it was not so gloomy this time
the path was filled with laughter
And the sun was also in its prime
This time I did feel the light
Soaking into my skin and bones so fine.
I did not feel the cold
The beauty appealed to me
Was it just the day or some mystery .
I wanted to pause and save the moment
The happiness was just unconditional.
It was not forced by someone,
everyone was just happy to be in the moment.
The daylight got me that day,
Making me overwhelmed
Because I had not realized,
The coldness of my lonely heart.
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