She. My lost Abode.

I used to be someone's HOME.

But , All of a sudden, 

i became a good 

resting shelter, right beside

somewhere in her pathway.

. 

She usuaed to see me there and 

Grand me her smiles, 

and Hellows as alms...

I was never poor to beg,

I had plenty of everything, 

except her.

And it made me the lord, the poor.

I didn't remember A reason, 

nor a parting kiss or hug.

I thought myself , 

what might be it ???...!!!

My dreams were hopeful,

Hope adorned My mind , 

Brightened my soul , but 

Scattered memories were hunting me.

One day, in a drizzling rain, 

her steps stopped near me.

A smile or a hai, knew my mind. 

My eyes could dare to rise up to see.

But, to my surprise, she sat near me. 

Begging a begger , to lent his ears.

Something might have happened , 

i knew... 

Her eyes couldn't bear the heftiness.

They were Almost dead for fear of life 

Her lips were faded and pale.

Her eyelashes ,pealed. 

She was sad, and quite 

Whatever may, happen

But, no one deserves a pain.

Pain is a shape shifter.

It changes Everything it touches.

For Everyone, it haunts ... 

As her absence had taught me,

to be happy for no reason,

I whispered the same, she heard.

Live the life, today . 

It was once my dream 

to live the life with her, 

but beside loneliness, 

But I'm enjoying it , a loner.

That's how i could remain happy, 

among the many things other things 

that I avoided.

to remain silent and sad, 

is a choice . 

To live happy and hopeful, 

is another.