When deranged on a lonely winter's night
when those winds blow backward,
your face,swept off its guard,
by those pains unsaid,
and those points that had clung...
When your soul sings,
ideas that pulverize your being...
Oh! my dear friend!,
then,when all seems black and cold,
that is when,you ought to rise,
and sit beside a hot hearth made of coal...
Your heart shall be that hearth,
which shalt give you your warmth...
Then,in the absence of any hope,
your friend,that unforgiving light,
your smile,my friend,your smile shall give
you,your life,back to your soul...
You may be deranged in your senses,
your limbs and your heart,maybe
numbed by chilly waves that sting...
But,tell me what good is in thinking
you lack that,which is free...
'cause,when every price has been paid,
you will see my friend,
that its time that you let go,
of the chains and shackles that you're in...
It will be then,that,in your life,
which is a dream,you'll see,
how strange it is,to be alive at all...
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju