The rain so amusing and yet with a frown , how every droplet falls, with a story on its own is told, nobody laughs and giggles , no bird chirping a sound oh how grey is everything around. So depressing isn’t it ? The silence whispered Not so. I joyfully replied, No one should be with a frown but rejoice with a crown at the rising sun after the pouring rain and spiritual pain Oh how beautifully every colour yet again has shown, now everyone laughs and giggles with a smile of their own It’s beautiful isn’t it? I am asking now …

Once I crossed the threshold of the house the silence met me My heart filled with grief and melancholy I sat down and fantasised “lighter days yet wait beyond” The emptiness greeted me and asked: What sorrow , have ye had brought now? I didn’t answer, sighed and dressed with a borrowed mask of joy hiding every scar, any signs ,of the ruined self and every memory full of velvet abyss.