And there will be times when nothing seems sane,
There will be days when life looks a mess,
There will be moments that'd haunt your inner self,
There will be those faded memories of your missing other,
That'd make your soul cry out for help in utter grief and pain,
And then there will be days,
When you feel you just can't recover,
Somehow you aren't a patient,
But you feel you need a recovery,
Immediately at this hour.
And dear there will be people who will -
Effect you as nothing else ever did!
There will be words that will pass through your heart,
Affecting it more than a dagger could've ever been.
The ones you thought were your
definition of eternal peace,
Now seem to slip through and get lost in the hours of the broken times.
You do not seem to understand the present scene,
Your mind is bewildered,
Filled with guilt showering with lower self-esteem .
You now don't seem to be just another-Homo sapien to the rest of the world,
They tag you as an introvert and sometimes a freak !
Everyday with the same worn heart,
You start to believe it's a part,
Of your daily deeds,
You start to believe,
You were deliberately chosen to undergo this endless pain,
You believe your heart was meant to be broken again, again and again.

But here, you see !
You don't deserve this!
Stop lying to yourself atleast!
No ! This heart of yours,
Isn't just meant to be always broken,
It has got tired of always being there to hear other's pleas.
This soul of yours,
It has lost its faith,
It feels its call will remain unheard till the Dooms day !
In between of this living hell of death and life,
Your brain helps you keep yourself-
Off the track from this humanly demise !
In between of these prolonged dark hours,
The sweet memories enter your mind ,
Healing your heart's broken parts.
And once again you recall that there exists something called a smile,
Reminded to you by a little boy's chucking voice ,
And then you remember the sky is still all blue,
Your dark days are those dark clouds .
It isn't your sky that's dark,
It's just those unstable dark clouds !
Don't hold onto them honey,
It'll only make your heart heavy,
Heavier than it could ever be!
Let them go,
Let them grow,
Let them fall,
Let the rain of pain
Shower on your heart's broken ceil.
Let the barren ground recover,
From the prolonged deadly drought which seemed -
utterly hopeless for your soul to heal !
And now?
Close your eyes, darling !
Fall asleep !
Next day , get up with a vision
That cleanses your soul ,
Heals others' hearts and keeps up good with your self-esteem !