The Lost Battles.

Grounded hopes, sky-high dreams,

Long lost love and long-forgotten love,

Wisdom paints the canvas with words,

Words keep clinging on the wall of hope,

The wall is shattered to dust,

Dusted is my love, the lost battle I fought.

The epitome of solitude is a lover's home,

Where broken window panes turn into poetry,

The shadow is a friend that stays along all night,

When the dim lights cry for a warrior at door,

The lover picks an old pen and writes,

Of misery and monsoons that clatter on her window.

Drop by drop, the words bleed,

The lover weeps,

In the hope of one last time,

A thousand battles are fought and lost,

The wall however never mends.