My Balcony

Dusky sky tinted with mixture of shades Hiding millions of stars behind this curtain Sounds of leaves swimming in air Birds chirping, all come to my ears Calm breeze and cool earthly pots in my balcony around me Sun setting down, drowning into the corner of earth i can see With my half shut eyes and while taking long breathe Sitting on my chair with a cup of coffee that cool down And in between this mesmerizing view what I realize is That my brain is still working on my ‘whys’ Not Why can’t I succeed? or Not Why can't I get him out of my soul? This time But Why I need to be a part of this race? Its the first time I am thinking this way This dreamy weather is incapable to stop working my brain These pleasing sounds do not work on my relentless pain.