I hate this consuming emptiness inside. Just when I think enough is enough and I am ready to step forth and embrace light, the darkness which I’ve kept at bay decides to manifest its hideous face.

An unending cycle, the rollercoaster of life.

Someone once told me that happiness is just a fleeting moment. When you reached the pinnacle of that exhilarating moment, you will slide back downwards again.

Cycle

As darkness falls
The silence of night speaks
Telling sad stories
Of broken hearts not healed
Of women and men
Drowning their sorrows in
Drinks and vice.

Like a storyteller weaving his charm
On spellbounded listeners,
Darkness works his magic
Depression, his spell
On fools who believed in love
Now laying bruised and battered
Consumed by an aching pain

Darkness he decided to sing
A song so melodious but its words
Containing so much grief
It cuts like a knife
Bringing tears to the eyes
Of these women and men
Trying to hide

As dawn approaches,
Sleep creeped in and
Claimed their empty souls
While the song at last reached its end
But only for a while
For tomorrow
The cycle starts again.

- 20 July 2001