The man in the deep…..

Help me I am lost, she cried.
The man went in the cold waters.
I am here, you won’t be lost.
Pulled her out, cleaned her wounds,
Beauty she was, he had seen,
Pushed him in the deep, She was keen,
He cried, he shouted,
Help me I cannot swim,
Passers-by had a glimpse,
Must be his mistake,
Helping a girl for a mischief,
The girl cried,
He is a monster,
Tried to be my him,
They cursed,
They threw stones at him,
Funny isn’t it,
Clothes, deeds and their footprints,
Usually are seen by one realm,
He drowned in oblivion,
Who is the monster?
The man in the deep….. 

How do I…..?

There are days when you lose faith, when you question your existence because nothing in the world seems to fulfill your soul. A feeling of emptiness, nothingness pulls you down. Isolation becomes a guide to salvation and you want to close your eyes. 
Trust seems disgusting, love becomes filthy, people an enemy. 

We are humans, mortal men who feel, who want to cry, betrayal makes us dead.

What should a man do?
Should trust be given another chance…..

Can love happen again…..?