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Enwrapped in your black garment when you cast your entrance almost unnnoticingly, much like the uninvited and leave dark strains with your stride You do not seem to notice   innumerable drops squeezed from eyes. huh! O' the Merciless O' the hard heartened Why do you inflict pain to the survivors? Why do you entertain their groans and screams? Why don't you listen to the very self that has made you? I chastise you Your very existence You know no time no treasure that nourish the human heart. You spoil, you decay You contrive and conspire to burn and mourn, ruin and rust! O' the agony of You! Why do you smile?? Do you have a heart or  Is it to the vast vacuuum that I spill  out my agony, my chastisement? How slowly you step. Kill me if you like. I know no fear I know no sorrow I know no Triumph  that associates you and your being. Oh!! What???  What do I hear me say?? You look arrogant But you need to fall at my feet You do

Reminiscences of the departure of a loved one Had once clouded my mind, veiled my thoughts. And so I failed--- To see the ball of fire the silver beams the starry nights.                                                     I failed to--- hear the jubilant notes of the birds and the bees smell the exotic aroma of the fruits and flowers feel the heat of the summer and winter chill taste the juice of nature but salted tears.     How could I be so harsh to myself- staring at the azure world failing dewdrops? How could I not see the pain in their eyes and the silence in their consolation tears in their laughter and blood in their hearts? Because there is pain there is joy Because there is misery there is hope Because there is silence, there is sound Because there is love there is feeling. The voice I hear tells me to rise up                       await,  allow, ensure the Dawn's message. The Womb has throbbed in mental terrains to pen down that which I feel

How you had longed-                                       to live the life to thrive on it to take the world in your stride! How you had longed---                                                   to have a family to live in a world of ecstasy and amplitude! Would there be a day when you find your dreams come true at the power of something?              or                                               has the day gone your dreams unfulfilled? There might have been another life when we had fought and you killed me? A justification for the event That made me cry after you died? The day passed, the night too And days and nights with the moon and the stars the air still. In moments of silence I hoped Waited and then surrendered at Will.                     On that inauspicious moment when you sought refuge in my room Dark as the Knight,  stout and becoming come to herald its splendour and charm to Me, the one who misunderstood--- I found you out.