As the quick downpour of rain,
Silently brings utter happiness,
And true despair;
The tears never cease,
Yet you are reluctanct...

The inexusable happens,
And all you can do,
Is think...
Why the dismay?

The emotion displayed,
Was absurd...
The unexpected meeting,
Of intimacy;
Transversing into a fraud...

Detesting life at every moment...
Suggesting elopement;
Escaping from authority...

As happiness,
Falls within your grasp;
You take all chances,
And follow your heart,
And opportunity...

Glancing out of the paned glass,
You feel mild regret;
Hesitant for departure,
And doubtful of the future...

Feeling pity on love itself;
Making true contradictions...
Both causing separation,
And parting of both ways...

As you look back,
At what was once yours;
You feel as if life alone,
Has stopped living...
You go back to whence you came...

Furious with yourself,
And to the ones who hurt you...
Wondering what life there is left...
Pondering on what used to be...

You depend on yourself mostly;
And your life,
Told within the entity,
On paper and pen...

Inspiration within,
Song and foolish tragedy...
As time ages,
Your past comes back to you,
And you relive,
True bliss,
As once before...