Poets & Poetry

Yet another day

We love the smile; but at times, where does it go?
We try to find the answer, but we end up alone.
In search of the light we swirl too deep in grief
We try to skim, but can’t stay afloat.

We try, we cry… we look at the sky
The sun goes down; look how it frays
But what makes the difference is that it tries to persist
It falls off the horizon but comes yet another day.

You think what you feel
You feel what you think
The mind is so good at concealing
You lose though you stand at the brink.

Shouldn’t you play the game, too?
Your smile must be wooed by you
Since the misery starts with you
You must be the one to strangle it, too!