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 ?

Mirror, Mirror on the wall - Is that me at all?

Standing across me
I question those hazel eyes,
Quaintly looking like mine, At me
Their emptiness carried me
Through the endless mirages
Is that me?

But for hope,what could be?

I hope my friend, this
reaches out to you in some kind...

Life was never a promise,
it is for you, to set it free..
More often than you think
things aren’t as bad as they seem
as they might feel when you are in!!
But a wink or less, later on,
when everything's lost
& everyone gone,
that's when you will know
those moments of pain,
werent worth holding on!

It is not intelligence
that survives men,
it is the perseverance
and diligence to go on...

I hope my friend,
this reaches out
to you in some kind
before it is too late..

Life in the city

I live in a city
A busy one it is
No one stops for me
I don’t for any….

I love in a city
A beautiful one it is..
But time is scarce
to stop and look at it

I live in a city
A city of dreams it is
Nothing is true here
not even dreams..

I live in a city
A very huge one it is
Yet there is no place
I can call mine,
An Irony it is!