The Dark Nights of Agony
The short nights of summer seemed like the longest...
Each and every night feels like an unending saga….
Eyes wide open, ceiling fan at its rounding work,
its sound totally relating to the background sound of the days of doom..!!!
The days of doom are here only, I am at one of them now...
The superficial prayers seem too weak to reach the creator...
Maybe the creator lost one of its sheep and also has forgotten about it...
The lost sheep — me- who waits patiently for sleep to kiss my eyes...
That sleep would give me a few hours of rest, a few moments of disconnect from the pain…
While I wait for my sleep..my pillow runs out of the room, to hold my tears...