Just how ironic can it be,

That silence speaks more than words,

The words we speak muted,

What i thought was the day turned to a dawn,

Greyer it became and shadowed my eyes,

The clouds disappeared,and there were no  stars,

Pitch black,reality.

Zeal had a different meaning,

An ordeal to define the absolute,

truth it seemed,was defined by lies.

Happiness it seemed ,was defined by sorrow.

The lesser the merrier she said,

Shedding a tear from her eye

May be they are waiting to be counted,

Only then i would really know whether she laughed or 

whether she cried

Blessed are those whose world is theirs,

blessed are those who belong here,

in my world i tread alone,

the path that none explored,

Hoping one day i will tell my self

well done my lad,...atleast you never got bored.... :P