The Aftermath Of Grief


A dreadful curse it is

To see sorrow where there isn’t any.

To see a black haze even in a rainbow

To feel jeers in laughter, arrogance in smiles

And betrayal in comfort.


The hard blow of sadness

Paints dark the world around.

The melody of joy turns into a mourner.

Happy memories turn caustic.


Till they burst open a dam of emotions.

The turbulence washes away the dark hues

And brings colour back to the world.

The hues appear brighter and richer,

More resistant to the darker shades of this our life.

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