Solitude

I used to write lot of poems during college, an art which faded down over the years....I can pen melancholic poems better and what best , when I can frame one of a fictional entity from my figment of imagination. Especially when I think of my late dad, and when I miss him a lot. I miss him for the amount of love,security,care,strength,confidence he imbibed in me with just mere things in life.I always miss his presence, and always drop a tear wishing he was NEAR. This father's day I missed you so much "Daddy"

In Silence there flows a tear

Resilience is a  fear

Never can the broken soul mend

What's spent shall never amend

How did I become the beast

The tearful prayer became just a feast

Why did I try to win,

When ultimately winning became sin,

If sin was the reward of sincere

Shall sincere become just a midnight leer.....

These were my pics taken few days before my birthday that happened to fall this month. 

I hope all of my blog readers have been doing good.Until next post, wishing you all a blessed life.