Sometimes when I am alone, I cry

I slowly drift into Dreams

In the middle of the Day

Weaving and drawing, A story

In the empty sky, which is still a Mystery.

The white snowy clouds

Carpeting my incomplete stories

The birds flying and singing

Add music to the dull mysteries.

The sweet innocent rain

Cleaning the inaccuracies of my artwork

The cold breezy wind

Lamenting and carrying to places unknown.

But the reality defies my imagination

As the castles I built

In the imaginary walls of thoughts

Seem to be stumbling and falling.

Ruining the pleasant sky

The World turns Red

As the Sun dawns into darkness

I slowly gulp the unhappiness.

Then Again, The sky is clear

My imaginary creations wiped off. But,

The sky doesn't look the same

As it fails to inspire, like it did before.

Life seems to be tangled

Uncaring and ungrateful

I try to find myself

Among the multitude of people.

But I am lost, walking alone

Through the rugged stories.

From people, I hear the life adventures, 

Which I wish were mine.

But time seems to be friendly

Just like most people I know

Robs me most of it, 

As I just stand witnessing.

Hope is all I have

Strong, I try to stand

But weak, I'm from inside

Which finds me too dear.

A smile lives on my lips

Buried beneath the pain, 

Too agonizing it is, Because 

Sometimes when I am alone, I cry.

 -  Ajay Kontham™  ©  2013

Written for Carry on Tuesday.