A song

In the tempest;
In the storm;
I was alone;
From midnight;
Till the dawn;
Suddenly, silently;
I heard a sound;
I heard a song;
Sung by an unknown singer;
I looked ahead;
But saw darkness;
It was filling the world;
Draining happiness;
From the moonless sky;
The trees were scary;
Like giants, so shaggy;
The river was frozen;
And the silence was eerie;
With no cuckoo to sing;
With no bird to chirp;
With no beast to howl;
With no life to tread;
And then I heard it again;
A sweet song;
A wet wail;
In the end ;
A melodious rain;
And then I saw the light;
Spreading right from the east;
Flowing deep into the west;
Pouring light into the earth;
While still I hear;
The echo of the song;
The echo of the wail;
And I still feel the singer;
Humming softly and silently;
The song of the earth;
The saga of the world.

A WAIL

It was beautiful;
Yet, was sorrowful;
In the desire to live;
I forgot to give;
Myself the sensibility;
To get over my sensitivity;
Its hard to dwell with heart;
Until the day you get hurt;
Then you listen to your mind;
And your thoughts begin to grind;
The essence of your soul;
Covering up your goal;
Like dew drops they shine;
With the sweetness of wine;
In no time, they vapourise;
Leaving us mesmerised.

Dismay

I was in dismay;
With out even a single way;
To vapourise my sorrows;
Which I had purposely borrowed.

My heart was wounded;
And my words had sounded;
Like a tambourine, so loud;
And in tears my eyes drowned.

Thoughts are like a rain;
They come and flow again;
They never leave you alone;
And remain till you are gone.

My world is now broken;
And my life is now shaken;
In an endless misery;
I still weep in agony.