February 07, 2012

The wheels of time

Familiar with pain
Happiness suddenly is a stranger
Who informs me
that the pages that burnt
were all of melancholy
and the ones that just got written
are inked with promises

How does one explain
to one's own self
that sometimes the emptiness
has a visitor
and silence and loneliness
start a conversation
and in a gust of wind
they lose their masks

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