The winds have stopped,

Hearts again mopped..

The cycle repeats again,

Every thought turning insane..

When would this end??

when will we able to bend?

loosing control over our own assets

it is the feel which only matters..

Brooding away the day passes

prey to the mood tosses.

alas,no one waits,

as the calender turns rapidly the dates

Hollowness dominates the self,

we need just a little help.

Who knows what is to come,

till then the silence mums!

hoping the catastrophe to end

trying everyday our mistakes to mend.

The sadness doubles,

the desire bubbles

what’s left is anger

nd the fearing danger

stop all this for no more can i take

wishing to sacrifice anything for that one thing’s sake!!

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