Broken..

I wish one could see the grief in my eyes,
and deep inside me a pain lies.
No one i can see who can hear my complaints,
but i can hear everyone who call me insane.

The talks people make against me, i know,
not to console me but to make me feel low.
This cruel world makes the conspiracies on your back,
and at this point of time a loved one i lack.

Living the life alone is like clapping with one hand,
we need some one close on this barren land.
But one time comes when we face the world alone.
as if standing in a celebration but crying at the mourn.

The cruel realities we have to bear,
but we can face them if some one is near.
Who can hold the hand and walk across the thousands,
lending the shoulder and the broken heart who mends.

Its easy to scatter the broken heart,
by just giving a painful thwart.
The billions are there to break you, scatter you,
but its tough to find one who assembles and mends it too...