Desperation tame me
Sad despondency fright my muse
It splitted, shattered and splintered my heart a million pieces
Living me quite blind to fathom where I’m going
My mind’s consoled with a melody of profound melancholy
Wandered I around the fall of night
Where the sunlight is clutched, and shunned to radiate
The bright moon is utterly gloomish
For the woven shadows shut out the bright ray
I stood confused, broken,
Overwhelmed with abject fear and unanswered questions
Is there purpose to this anguish,
Can there be meaning to this spastic throe,
Can there be beauty in frailness

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Suddenly I captured
Solacement to my disconformity and brokenness
In the thick of the resuscitative aesthetics of mother nature
Far across end of the tunnel, there a horizon with the most charming, romantic landscape
With fair cheers, and glitters of star cluster that enchanted the dark sky

Thus the harmonic chant of heavenly twitters will brighten up the morbid-ish soul of mine
The wheezy whisper of the cold winter breeze
Sneezing through the ears of trees and flowers
Hence will caress my sorrowful sighs with the quietest romantic sonnet from the midnight air
The intermittent brisk of the fireflies fill the sphere with a silver glitterings
Where the blossoms and blooms of life renew with fragrance of muse and dreams
I shall surely find way through streaks of the shooting stars‍