the lost Stars in the sky, They never lie The moon of the night, Never shined so bright. The wind creates an aura of serendipity, The young lad in his chair is mislaid somewhere, in his own melancholy. His ears are his hearers, And his words are barers. If the sky an audience and the world a stage, then who am I to leverage? His monotonic expressions, Draws the curtains over all his manifestations. The emptiness of the sky, Is like the same old lie, "Smile atleast.., didn't you try?." Eyes that once were stars, And the mind which was magic, All that's left are the scars, And every breath of his is now a tragic. A beat that he hummed is now far lost, He is lamenting out there in the frost. The winter has arrived earlier this season, And his summer has left him without any plausible reason. Trying to rewrite his soliloquy, He forgot about the world and me. Disgraced,disappointed and disappeared in the tides of grief, Hoping that someday his plant would bear a flower ...