Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?
Missing you!

Memories never fade.

what is it, why is it?

thought of living my dream,
only to know its just the night;

thought of listening to my heart,
only to realise there are toomany sounds;

thought of following my feeling,
only to sense its another mirage;

thought of flying in imaginations,
only to experiece the fall of feathers one by one;

thought of enjoying the moment,
only to find too many thorns around the rose;

what is it, why is it?

Who can save

In the rush of the blood,

Mind is blinded,

When will I learn.

In the flush of the flesh,

Heart is wounded.

When will I learn,

When will I learn,

Learn to unlearn.

Life

Roses are with thorns
Sky is with clouds
Eyes are with tears
Life is with fears
But Love doesn’t loose its charm
There’s hope at the end of the tunnel