An old poem to start with

My Darkest Hour

U werent there...
Below the moon, besides a tree, I stood alone
faint memories grew darker
I looked for you, but you were gone
nothing to express, nothing to say
You had gon far away

Memories captured my mind
the breeze was flowing fast
my mind was fumbling here n there
& the darkness was quite vast

I could smell you in that breeze,
feel you in that cold
see you in that sky
only to realise that it was mind which was seeing you
& not my eye

I was missing you continually
but couldnt find you
I challenged the sun to come up
but even that was reluctant to shine
& for a moment i mistook the serenity of the night sky
to that of mine

Outside was dark, darker was inside
I asked myself, "Is it reality or just an illusion?"
Well, my mind was not ready to answer my question
whatever it was, it was a painful ride
& I pitied destiny`s ruthless pride

It was all stuck, stationary
be it real or imaginary
I was helpless, even with all my power
as if I was going through my darkest hour!