Thursday, November 19, 2009


Unannounced they creep,
On the walls of your defences.
Perpetrating a slow subjugation,
Of all your vital senses.
Sucking out your happiness,
Collected painstakingly over a period of time.
Leaving you heartless, empty,
Like a dark room without sunshine.
All you can do is stand,
Somehow survive the onslaught.
And see them reduce your desires to a naught.
And when they have left you broken,
You go back to picking the pieces.
Some part of you can be restored, some is lost.
Good Memories.
When they attack, you better watch.