And it came during one of the humid days of July
The loud noises refused to be silenced
As my trapped emotions found its way to escape
The sadness was just too great to be kept away.
I stood unmoved, helpless as it happened.
Watching the unraveling of things. A metamorphosis.
The noises turning into this sweet music.
The sadness fading as love came crawling.
The happiness lingered for a while.
As if nothing can come between my heart and my happiness.
The elation of flattery and flattering poetry.
Some state of mild rage and sweet ecstasy.
But the creeping tragedy was slowly unfolding.
The inconvenience of love and pain cruelly striking.
What sin does one has to have to deserve such torture?
An arrangement when one loses everything in its future.
When pain becomes too painful
The mind stops minding the pain
And everything just turns benumbed
Washing away all the marks of love.
There is no more love, no more sadness.
There is no more hate, no more happiness.
I stand paralyzed in a state of pure nothingness,
As the world simply becomes a white blank canvas.