From my diary..

           Silence..
My heart is painful with fear and sorrow
Dreams of happiness..I beg and borrow.. There is no one who can understand my silence ..then who ever appreciate my violence..
There are times when someone close may become estranged..
Then only pain and loneliness remains.. Just waiting for someone in vain who share  my pains..
Will my dreams ever come true??
Or will they go, with a blow...
Shall I become weak or strong for when sadness and sorrow prevails.. Which can shroud me clouds of next storm... Just like a moonless night ..and no chance Dawn will follow  ...