Tough Times

Woke up with swollen eyes,

Sore Throat.

No one knew how the pillow consoled the eyes the night throughout.

Woke up and stepped out faking the smile,

As if everything was fine.

Although it was a social gathering,

Having a personal talk with myself was my way of participating.

Eating food without appetite,

Just to avoid conversations, everything to hide.

Seeing the sunset,

Thinking it would be the end,

I go to my room,

And yet again, 

With my pillow,

I was ready to gloom.