Universal Youngistaan

The Sky above is also weeping ,
though in the form of rain,
but same as the feel inside my heart,
this is spiritual & divine but only confined to me
& my soul,
simply not for anyone else to understand.

After days of bliss & nights of glories,
yet again dark cloud reign my heart,
yet not too far neither too close,
i back-up myself to see a glimpse of hope,
this is how unimportant things turn out to be at last,
i guess they hurt ,
nevertheless loosing heart is not the last path,
but fighting to sustain the shock,
gradually will be my path.

All my efforts have gone in vain ,
these are memories of pain,
but I have my pride to maintain,
still trying to pertain,
they played with my heart only to entertain,
though i have no regrets in order to sustain ,
in the fond memory of my pain ,
I write these splendid words which eventually are of
no use to me but only to drain what is in my heart(pain).