Time

 

departures were always easy….

till the darkness of death

waiting beside the road

quiescent and lone

’m still searching for a home,

in every place I go

nothing brings back the warmth of love

no one really….

filled up my wholeness.

I pushed myself outside my room once

to the world, I travel

But this is tiring! 

yearning for a soul

to be loved….over the love….

death or survival

only the shadows be along,

alas! the story ends here. 

wish it was more easier 

this time!!