The moon cast a muted glow in my darkened room

Trying to lift my spirit from gloom.

But her attempt was all in vain,

For in my heart, a deep rooted pain


I use to believe, all is ephemeral,

But my heartaches seem like eternal.

I grew tired wearing a clown's mask,

Hiding the shadow of sorrow in my eyes.


Yes I cried not for my loss........


The dreams we shared, I tried to live,

Started to fall like an autumn leaves..