A grey and lugubrious winter day outside. Disconsolation, despondence and grievance within. Yet the birds still sing, the time still ticks and the heart still beats. A requisite of life, to experience certain things, whether we like it or not.

Punch yourself

Pray for tomorrow to rinse away our sorrow

Grief and sadness are part of the dualities of living, to overcome them one must first respect them.

Beneath a heavy moon my heart cries for your return.

After the rains have ebbed my endless love will flow for you.

As the tears flow down my eyes , know that a new hope in me is about to rise......
---$ANIYA MAZHAR

The real pain is when you just can't express what you are going thru with others yet you tend to smile..

Letting go, what is life by fallen grace? beneath the snow-in the rain, tell me: what remains hereafter? forever, foreverafter.

every star is lonesome beneath a black hole, loner so lonesome.