MELANCHOLY

Even solitude brings me no solace
Sleep has deserted me, and now peacefully slumbers
The night too, is beyond caring.


Oh let the drops of rain caress my aching soul,
May the gust of the cold,raging wind touch my heart.

This life was such....
You never knew

Life weaves its delicate thread without a pattern,
Things happen oblivious to our concern.

Never forget, that in times like this,
When a door closes,
Somewhere a window, a window of hope and opportunity opens.

The memories are still the same,
They live on, just the way I left them.

Even solitude brings me no solace
Sleep has deserted me, and now peacefully slumbers
The night too, is beyond caring.