Topsy-Turvy Life

My own heart has betrayed me

A countless numbers of times.

For it has believed in things impossible.

It has trusted fire for not burning

And snow for not making it cold

But it realised one day

It was burning with cold.

Many a times it has said everything

Only if had it been aloud.

Nothing changes but the ache grows deeper

Remembering each vows.

There is darkness

Still in the pit of the night.

And I don’t see

A beacon burning

In my field of hope tonight.

At times the agony is more.

When a soul quest for its existence

Which is no more.

So, I wrangle myself out of nostalgia

And then I do,

What I ought to,

Grab a pillow

And sleep listening a song or two.