All those hopes from a screaming soul...

 A heart full of butterflies flies

 spreading colours to the sky,

Every sunrise is into each nerves that makes the days magical,

Eyes glazed with happiness and smiles wider than the lips,

suddenly there are times within which shadowed the sunshine,

But the butterflies never fails to clear the clouds,

With all those brightness stored into their soul,

thats an order of life 

leading through mind...

A day comes into life as everyday,

No one knows about its meanness in the future,

The clouds turns its colour to darkness,

The butterflies resides within green trees thought of it as a drizzle,

Slowly the darkness in the clouds spills all around,

The butterflies knows no way as it waits to enjoy the sunshine again,

The spilled darkness blinds the sky and paints it dark and sad,

The colours in the wings of Butterflies started to fade and goes weak,

The eyes that glazed now sinks into the dark tears,

The soul that torments as the nerves sucks each darkening thoughts into it,

The weakened wings starts to wither as the hopes of flying fades,

Colours gone, wings gone, butterflies starts to disappear following them,

Every morning wakes up with a blind slap,

Thoughts goes deep and toxic...

to the self that grieves of the butterflies,

The soul hallucinates the upcoming sunshines,

Thunderstorms hits it badly to stop them even,

As the soul sinks into sadness,

It screams, screams, screams still by the hits of thunderstorms...

Sympathies not allowed,

By whom those were brought by,

Still there is a hope,

As the dark clouds attracted together to form A star,

Which can make its own sunshine,

All those hopes from a screaming soul...