One night, a familiar pain captured my soul. A familiar drop rolled down my cheek, and a familiar grief haunted my mind. A familiar urge to scream out of frustration emerged in me, and that day - a different sense of relief calmed me down. 

Relief on learning the fact - that the worst was over - and I could cry again. Relief - that from the darkest of nights, I'm surrounded by twilight, again. Relieved, as now I know the sun will shine... Relieved as now I have left the blank point. 

From numb, at least I can respond to life. To say it out - relieved to know that the tears are really mine. Relieved that I have pain I can at least cry upon, Relieved to know that I can cry. Relieved to know I will never hate again. Relieved to know, I can cry again. 

Those tears... were greeted with a welcoming smile, when I actually cornered myself to burst - I did not really cry. They did not come out, I don't know why, but I smiled at the pain - Relieved to know that its just there... and everything will get to normal. The way it used to be. Relieved to know that life is going to be painful again - better than atleast being numb and insane. Its going to be painful again... better than atleast being numb and insane. ....