A Glimpse

In your life a time is sure to be, When you find joy in tears. It’s hard time to be faced readily; When you call “Oh!” so simply, God may not hear. It’s a time when your life losses it’s gear; You will try to mend each sight, And thus end up with insomniac night. Be there friends all around you, Feel as if you were lone with shadow. You hear the voices, That really doesn’t sound. And you see the faces, That washes away with the wind. You believe in them, Who cannot be trusted. And you deceive them, Who you really own. You live each moment, Cursing time. Dug the grave, To bury the grieve, But got buried, Within the grieve. And you hate everything, Almost everything. Except the thing which, Troubles you the most. It’s neither a nightmare, Nor a mirage, It is simply the play, Written for you.