Far from home

Distance is becoming
a stranger phenomenon, by day.
Missing you is now more a habbit,
shuffled in many of the everyday's mundane.

Still every now and then
tears do roll down my cheek,
thats when I know
an abominable, distance's presence ,
walls me and my happy place...

Miss u

Dreams

Quite often I wonder,
If dreams ever come true ?

A curve of reality
engraved deep
in crevices’ of my mind
why then do they prophes
to dream is but,
a waste of the quintessential,
- time.

I will not deny that, I agree
in some ways true they are,
I believe
but then as I always plead,
to dream my friend is not the crime
as much as to believe
they will be true.
For dream is but, a dream,
will remain behind what is- the reality.

How then do I make peace
With that which is true to me
But to no one else..
And then again,
Quite often i wonder,
If a dream ought to be true,
would it be a dream, now ?