That is when my heart cries

When friends turn strangers,
In our restless living style,
That is when my heart cries.


In the silence of the night sky
With the sound of crickets behind,
Nothing to disturb me and take my time,
Under the loneliness of the city lights,
That is when my heart cries.

When some days have gone by,
And I can’t recall where time flew,
Days turn into weeks
And no new thing I achieved,
That is when my heart cries.

When bad luck goes wrong,
And truth turns into lies,
When friends turn strangers,
In our restless living style,
That is when my heart cries.

When promises are hard to keep,
And problems are tough to solve,
When an open book lies in front
But I can’t turn the pages at all,
That is when my heart cries.

When I look back and compare
My life then and now,
I am left wondering
What changed and how,
That is when my heart cries.

When each day is a new war,
When each night is restless, in chaos,
When I look in the mirror but
Can’t let out the frustration that build up
That is when my heart cries.


It is a creation of a night. Up on the terrace, words flowed, memories and feelings erupted and poem came into existence.

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