Broken Souls

I often found myself,

Basking in the imaginary glory,

Of being the chosen one,

As the universe chose to,

Rip my soul apart.

My broken soul playing,

The role of the brave, wounded, war-trodden hero;

Its saviour- none!

Till one day

When the night was still,

And the winds were fast asleep,

Stifled cries amidst the pin-drop silence,

Broke my heart again,

Only to realise,

The world was made of broken souls,

Who dared to string together,

Their fallen dreams,

And walked into orange sunsets,

To rise again,

From their own debris.