Life becomes just a smoke

like the last candle

and it burned into the ashes

the smoke swirled up above the candle

the last hope of light gets blemished

how hard goodbyes are

they get deeper true with time

when you swing in thoughts

paddling your feet in uncertainties

life becomes a bizarre thought

like words patience and perseverance

were never there in the dictionary

sometimes you are so damaged

that you become unafraid of damages

you don’t want to build damps to prevent over-flooding

let the floods get bigger and hit

It is so easy to see and understand other tears

but you can be mistaken with your own tears

 as if they were water drops in your early face-wash