The beauty of sadness

The kind of moments that one never wants to visit again.

Those moments of pure grief,

Pain flows like a smooth, unstable, unstoppable river whose swooshing is like an echo in the mind.

Lows were redefined,

Breathing was rapid,

Mind was a blank white sheet,

a touch with cleanest of hands and yet the sheet got dirtier by each second that passed by.

Hollowness dwelling deep,

Silence rooted to the gut,

The body and mind existing in alternate and parallel universes.

The mind loses touch of obvious ambient noise around,

Ears gone deaf.

Sadness is a beautiful emotion.

The most alluring of the lot.

Any human form that pays visit once is trapped here.

Becomes a lurker for the rest of their lifetime.