Sadness

 At times, there is a sadness that haunts us, a sadness that when put in words, only will look stupid. It may mean nothing to someone but to a someone else, it may mean everything. Sometimes, it looks easier to give up the grounds you were standing on with firmness. Sometimes, it seems alright and then you think, ‘What did I do wrong?’ I wish I could get an answer or be proved that I am wrong.

Once accepted & then pushed down,

May be I am stupid,

May be I am wrong.

The words that they said before,

Lurks in my head,

While I toss, doing rounds on my bed,

No new promises any more.

My heart breaks in silence,

So no one will know,

What I have lost

And what I had before.

Unspoken works & tight lips,

Ragged reins and broken beliefs,

Finding a place in this world,

So unknown, so forlorn.

It hurts, once accepted & then pushed down,

I wish I am stupid,

I wish I am wrong.