Passing days and Failing me

Life is forlorn
From the day you are gone
To distant worlds

Smile arrives, like once-a-year guest,
Only for some particular occasion.
Laughter, fair-weather friend, left
Without the faintest trace
Happiness now an alien…
Heard about but never really experienced.
Peace lies like ugly ruins
Of a deadly blast.
Living now is...
24*7, 365 days a year job.

The only weather I know
Is the never-ending all-pervading stillness
Of the afternoon air…
No changing hues, no dawn and dusk
No days and night
No seasons, no reasons…

Beating, breathing, blinking…
Passing days and failing me.