As I dig deeper,
The past gets darker, the future faint;
I take a break from dwelling too much into either,
To free myself from unseen constraints.

They think loneliness in the dark melts through my pen;
And here I am with a paper and pen again.
This time, there is nothing dark, no mask, nothing to hide and nothing about the pain;
Its about the words that I write, looking at the sunset, sunrise or the rain.

When the cold winds blow my hair,
or when I think about the love which was once there;
When I see the beauty all around,
or my shattered dreams scattered on the ground;

Then my soul shakes me up and asks me to set it free;
That’s when I write the words,
That I never knew were there in me!

These aren’t the words I think deep about and write,
These are the words that come to me
To show me the light;
To enlighten my soul,
To fix my pieces and to keep me whole!

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