The tears

The tears in my eyes,
worsen every minute,
in this dark hour,
restless and loneliness,
pierce my heart.

The remains,
of this weak heart,
only have hope,
patience is all it possesses.

The tears run down again,
reality is always hard,
it breaks what we have today,
can't mould like a clay.

My pain is unbound,
face flushed & tired,
the dark remains,
the unknown corners,
this lonely night,
and my broken heart,
makes a bitter sweet symphony.

A new day

Eyes fight back sleep,

Fret over the mild pandemonium,

To the distant sound of the usual chatter,

Of markets selling fresh veggies,

Vendors shouting to attract customers,

A feast of sweets, chocolates and love,

Of granny  calling small kids over,

To taste the freshly baked muffins & cookies.

The sun already rose,

Behind  far hill,

In the different hues of yellow,

To mark the beginning of a new morning mellow ,

Dew drops on leaves flicker ,                                  

Flowers on the hill top dance,

Fresh fruits wait to be plucked,

On this brand new morning.

Come out of dreams,

A voice shouts,

Fluttering open my eyes,

I stretch on the bed,

Look  out to the far hill,

Greet my friend sun,

With  a promise of a beautiful fun,

And a Smile that can fill,

The void of this morning,

Marking the new beginning........