The rhythm of the beautiful silence

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the light missing from both of our lives.

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That dark room,

Where she spent her childhood,

Not for mourning but punishment,

Where her shadow leaves her alone,

The situation is same only place has changed...

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#The Dark Room

The darkness inside the room,
Is filled with my dark soul.
Lock all the doors,
Close all the windows.
Make it my cell,
Let me be the prisoner,
It is my dusking hell.
The darkness of my scream
Is louder than anything.
The pain of heart
Is greater than everything.
Let the sunrise be
the darkness of my breath.
And the sunset be
my beautiful agonize death.

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The moment of those days when i was returning from meeting with my beloved and after that i was sharing that cheernes with the walls with a hug and lying my head and now the walls reply me,where is your smile,where are those happiful moments,where is that magical hug.
These walls are upset with me😓

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the silence of my soul &
the purity of my heart
that shining like the stars
for enlightening in the darks.

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Matters of the Heart
Chaos of the Mind
Dying dreams
And
HOPE
Which is still alive

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The untrodden paths that I wish to tread some day and the paths I've so far trodden.
My unfulfilled dreams;
My fears and shortcomings;
My aspirations and aims;
My solitude and self.

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I understood where my spot belongs.
A step back, inside the dark room.
I don't blame others
for leaving me in darkness,
they just don't see anyone inside.
my attires are dark, not me.

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Used to be afraid
of dark rooms.

Not any more.

The demons
reside inside me,
like a trojan horse,
a corrosive centrifugal force
leaving no external wounds,
just an unexplained sadness.

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