I carved out melancholy with my pencil last night and tried to give it a shape. There are days in everyone’s life when one feels lonesome and depressed. How do you express the melancholic days? Be it in whichever way but if you are a poet or may be an artist, you would come up with your best on these days.
Sadness is a poet’s best friend. Somehow, it eases up the downpour of feelings. 🙂
Life is a melancholic strain,
Tangled in the strings of pain.
I see its bleak edges,
And the fast fading gleam.
Once which had been my world,
I give up on those of my dreams.