One drizzly afternoon, ever so scared, stood my conscience
On a stool, by the window, watching over the sky
More like grey, shiny, clouds with a slight spark
A spark, that lit the damp world, ever so slightly
Rumble like the clouds, you once saw
And remembered, and branded onto your memories
Light up the world, for you are the silver lining
Too much optimism does not suit my fancy
Its okay, my imagination is not rusty yet
I have yet to spin a few lies, stories, maybe a limerick or two
For I am lonely, without you.
Shifa Naseer 