Melancholy is an irresistible poison.

So Beautiful.

So Sweet.

So Addictive.

The more we feel it, The pain lures us, Gives us pleasure.

A pleasure so new, So amazing.

That it leaves traces within your heart even after it is gone.

Melancholy is like whiskey for the person with a hundred dues to pay , it rolls down your throat to rejuvenate the pain.

Melancholy is like a reliever, for a person with many miseries.

As the miseries can only be understood, If only, Melancholy is buried deep within us in times on distress and pain.

Ah! Melancholy! You're the best thing existing within me.

So perfect, So meaningful, For if you weren't there, The reasons to sorrow I wouldn't have been able to see.

P.s- Dont Worry Folks! This isn't related to my life in any way right now. Its just a random piece of writing, written during my ridiculously long Summer Vacations. :-)