All day long

Each day I walk into my sorrow.

Shake hands with my fear.

And make love to my silence.

In my happiness,

The rising sun sets with desire,

As I kneel by the solitude which is not mine

And feel death’s hands

On the shoulders which happened to be mine.

Every day, all day long,

I feel like night

And search for the stars up there.

My sorrow has coloured my soul grey.

Every day, all day long,

The windows

Stare at the doors

Waiting for each other to open first.

Every day, all day long

I fondle with my fear to sleep

Then I run to meet happiness in secret

Alas! Sorrow comes, holds her hands

And they walk into nowhere all day long.

I sit by the sighing fire

And mend my doll’s clothes

My doll is silent

Silent and loyal

Broken but lovely and dearly

Everyday, all day long,

I think how I should wake up,

I think how should I tell them that

My doll is not just a doll.

Just because her dress is pink,

It does not mean that she likes pink.

Just because she does not breathe,

It does not mean that she does not have a heart.