Subtle grey they look, Half slept half awake, As if they have been wrapped by Keenness all the day; Their eyes look tinged As if they have carried Stardust in their eyes, The welkin wouldn't gift them They must have borrowed it from sky; They look like chaos Yet silent and bright, Oh! These stargazers Look exactly like the night!
Suicide or self harm is not a solution to anyone's problem. Let's socialize ourselves, a little more. Befriend to one who's in depression and sorrow. May be our little help can save a life.
When life gives only sorrows and wounds when tragedy augments by leaps and bounds When setbacks of life seem permanently loud When love turns into pain, pain and only pain When there's point of no return and no gain Leave me not alone In a road unknown and utterly strange Allow me not to sink beneath Within sands of depression, that kills Where flute of melancholy wails In an ocean of grief and tears Lift me up in an aura of glee So that death stands aloof In its graveyard of six feet from you and me.