The day I whined 'bout ungraceful night,

The night i grumped 'bout vicious dawn,

Every stound  I spent in fright,

Each blessing I cursed upon,

Something, just something

Inside my skin did reborn.

That kept on reliving

The virtue within, brutally torn

And stabbed by those, who hugged

And kissed me,

Who claimed to be smugged

Seeing me above them.

In floods of those hollow beings

Who loved me from the core of them

Which never existed, when I feared  my own shadow

I saw something, with life overwhelmed.

What was it ? some grace or just me ?

I don't know.

But HE was a broken crumb of my soul

Who ignited me to life in times of low.

By the time I needed soltitude without being alone

He waved, from the farthest hill

And from the largest dune

So I can know 'he's here' for me.

I never saw his face.

I never knew how he smells like.

I never touched him.

But 'he's here' standing beside me.

And one day I cried out everything to him.

"I hate people" I told

And he, he kept on staring

In my glum eyes as if something beautiful they hold.

Never said a word, put shoulder beneath them.

To sense him was an ecstasy.

Heave in bosom was so intense

As if I've met something lost for long.

Whenever I broke

Whenever I pained myself

And whenever I chose to depart

'He' was there. With me.

Standing without his shadow

Staring at me

Smiling

And never saying a word.

Still,

Reviving in me, the urge

To regain the courage

To live again.