Happiness or Trauma?

We again stand here today, on the curve of being lost,

We cry to unite, we fight to diverge again,

Across the several yards, we stand close, only disclosing the easiest secrets,

Finally understanding we failed to know our own selves.

The thought drives us crazy still it's the favourite one

That unturns till we find our last breath to struggle...

We still stand in the same darkness just trying to find our own shadow

Relentlessly trying to deliver our fruitless messages,

I have never seen you in being,

Just advancing towards a better way to hug a frightened cold soul...