Through the Dark

Walking through the hollow streets

Flashing those sorrow things,

The sprinkling of the raindrops

Gives relief for many losses.

Fervour of the society towards me when I wear the crown of fake smile,is good.

But now, when it's dark that crown is nothing ,but just a useless tool.

The dim bulb of the streetlight,

Feels like the spotlight, of divine.

Yes, it's dim but it is glistening, and I'm listening to its gloss.

The pain is nothing, just dust in your book,

which we have to rub and ignore before it gets stuck to your book .

The sight is good, as I'm standing on the roof.

Watching the world sleeping with their dream.

Some are Elysian with the dream,

Some are embattling for the next win.

    I am standing,

    I am watching

    Requesting God, to stop the time

  and Let me feel the vibe.