By the shores of the sea
Crumbling sands and foamy waves
I try to recapture the magic of that moment on paper
But the heat of my sadness
Melts the wax crayons in my hands
The myriad hues of blue
the verdant greens
the dazzling sparkle of the sands
the colours of my picture
coalesce
into a mangled black

Through small dark clouds

These few weeks have not been so easy. Every day I do my routine things, but my soul is tired now. It searches for peace, for gentleness... it searches for reasons to go foward in hope.
I don't know what I want and what I want I know I can't get. Depression can do this to you.
I am to from today:
To look for light and brightness
To forget about being afraid

waqt
har ek mushqil ki dawa hai waqt
kuch bhulaney ka
kuch naya paaney ka
andherey mein timtimata chota sa diya
hai waqt