where the writers are
In the depths of solitude

Amidst loud laughter and gentle smiles

lies hidden, in great solitude a past veiled,

cobwebbed and dust ridden; layered 

by years, a past that battled with life.

In the dark corner of a lonely room,

fog cleared, they emerge, baring the

scars of deep wounds, that bleed alone

unrevealed, yet un dieing.

Sumathi Mohan

5.54. p.m. 

1st Oct 2011