Happiness stepped out of my doors,
Not knowing yet a cyclic comeback,
Ages and ages the semblance of me
Painstakingly hopes for stars,
But "I am truly yours"
Whispered the pangs of my heart.
The night haunts me,
The days are alarmingly heavier,
Where can I find shelter?
In a ditch or in a disoriented self?
There seems to be no light
Yet I'm travelling faster
Not knowing the direction,
Like the waves of ocean in a stormy night.