by Tanya

Sitting like a rock,
Not symbolic of thy power
But a being
In despair..

Lows and highs
Of life, for all:
A factoid
But not for me anymore..

That’s my feeling
Numbness exists
Even amidst the rains..

As its not the prickly sensation
Of the rain I seek,
But that very ray of hope,
refuge for my thoughts..


Note: This poem is for those unhappy souls out there. You are free to share your thoughts by contacting in anyway..!

I am all ears! 🙂


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