I cry, I always cry, I cry within me, deeply, silently, I cry when I am alone, I cry in those dark corners, I cry on some belief, I cry for some face, I cry to myself, I cry for others, this unknown grief in myself; that I cannot manifest otherwise. I cannot forget your face, that face in the night, red and almost bloated, dark, quiet, maybe crying over the grief and regret of leaving us, her mortal self, or our mother on seeing us crying, orphaned to the world, leaving behind companions of lifetime, my aged grandpa, her companion for 45 years, my grandmom left us. Why is there so much misery in the world? How can anybody live in such a world where there is so much grief? Strong, stoic, nonchalant I find it tough to challenge this world, yet I hide my face, let somebody sees this weak face. Yet I cry, for some inherent grief, my grief, for all this grief that is there in this world and which I find so hard to cope with.

Please do appreciate my sincere efforts.