A new morning arrives

With the sun peeking

through the horizon

The reddish yellow light paints the world in an ethereal shade

Hiding away all the blemishes 

Of an unperfected sword 

Sharper than any weapon — that of pain 

One that strikes you straight on the heart

No aim missed 

Shedding drops of red blood

Translucent and transparent, like an empty heart 

But 

Sometimes on pensive days 

Pernicious thoughts are replaced by an unearthly sense of bliss  

For the bliss of solitude 

Does not bless every heart 

Empty the room might seem 

But the silence is louder than what’s said  

The burden of unsaid words removed 

A heavy shoulder 

Burdened for endless, winkless nights 

Sleeping under a star-studded sky 

Embraced by the blanket of the cosmos 

Pain feels like a rose 

Pretty, yet prickly 

The red petals deepening upon her dark eyes, 

And the thorns entangling her wavy hair 

Curling around a grapevine of sorrow 

Betrayal from loved ones they said 

But do grapes not taste sweet at times 

Are they sour always 

As stated by the witty jackal

A bittersweet ending to a monochromatic day 

Ordinary yet beyond the mundane