Rummaging through the memories
of those bygone days...

White marbelled ceiling,
lights turned on...

Black keys with white Letters..
Black Mouse with black Buttons...

On the screen the cursor is blinking,
Sitting in my cubicle my brain I am racking...

When will come the day when I would stop crying...
will it be the day when my tears will be dried...

Treacherous and Gloomy.... the night began its...
No Moon, No Stars...the darkness began to crawl...

Sun setting down in the horizon..
n Memories start to unfold...

DestIny often Plays a CrUel GaMe...
..Why oF aLL d People We Met...