The Unknown World

That's her - broken and shattered,
Collecting pieces of her life,
Amid unknown people, in an unknown world,
With tears shunning to cry and breath not wanting to die,
With smile just a facade and love a cruel guard!

A New Story

The doll of melancholy peeps through her shell,

Finds her soul feeling the death knell,

Oh! Here is a new story of sadness to tell,

Of pain tearing the mighty skies with its mute yell,

Of life plunging into the unknown dark well...

Oh! The rope of hope is no more to be found,

No bond of affection but a palpable boundless bound,

Her fading hues are shrieking with death's own silent sound,

It will be but a desolate world with her not around, 

With her not around...