This silence seems like a friend to me now...,
As all the melodies have became mute somehow.

Darkness here feels like a home to me...,
As all the light has been lost in some dark sea.

All the delicacies, now feel tasteless....,
As this heart is no more in the state of being restless.

All the compassion are now vain ... ,
As this grave no longer let's me feel any affection's rain.

Now that this body has reached it's last bed...,
This soul feels more peaceful in this city of dead.

© Saniya Vashistha