Painter

It've been long
for someone whom had talk to me
rain fell down from the lonely skies
drip by drip falls on my heart
my reply were nothing
slowly words from the outer world seems to be softer
and now is gone
the door to the outer world has been shut
keeping myself within the darkness
days passed were in darkness
everything seems to be just a practice in life
doing things for the sake of doing
things seems to be bored
and getting grey
had a thousand words to say
but to no people around
someone came by
named the painter
painted bright colours
wordless at the start
but all words seems to be out
Silence is no longer the option to be falling on
Tears is no longer shed alone
Shoulders of console will be shared in this lonely season.



To all the ones who are sad and depress,don't give up hope and look forward to the new year.
To all reader of my blog here....
MERRY CHRISTMAS......