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
