A Heart with a hole...

The light is bleak but the hope is intact,
The heart is bruised but the strength still holds its pact.

Life stops at times and makes it forget to breathe,
but the rush of the blood, wakes it up from the sleep.

Now its all alone but it doesn't feel lonely anymore,
the pain is the sediment forever now at this core.

But it doesn't hurt now, cos its become the second nature,
this has become now the only substitute of pleasure.

There's no one to look back to, no one to fall back upon,
and this is the strength which keeps it so strong.

It's a huge plain around with no one to step on,
this carpet would stay clean with no dirt to scorn.

Though 'it' had been caged for an eternity,
'it' was opened once and only out of pity.

'It'opened up to cry, opened to care,
opened to love,opened to despair.
'It' opened to bleed and also to hurt,
the cuts are so deep, that its still open to trust
'It' still lives and breathes
Ready to care and love
Ready to take a dive
Ready to take a stroll.
The heart still beats,
But it's a heart with a hole.

'It' still looks so beautiful, so fine,
no trace of illness,no,no sign.
'It' still looks so red but unlike before,
'It' 'It' still breathes life,but,
now it's a heart with a hole.