Tired I trudge on this path alone

Tired, I trudge

On this path, alone,

All alone.

There are people

And their voices

Beyond those noises-

I feel your absence, quietly,

Very quietly.

I wait for the day,

When you’ll come-

And walk beside me,

On this path-

To an endless journey of love.

An Evening in another city

Abandoned by the Day,

Disowned by the Night,

The Evening motivated me,

To write.

I opened the window,

As my thoughts ran wild.

I decided to take a few minutes,

While I gazed at the garden site.

A gentle breeze of air,

Told me not to worry about what’s ahead.

For it’s absolutely fair,

To relish this moment instead.

If only I could live in moments

Rather than plans.

Trying hard to compete with the robots,

But am I not just a Human?

Confused, I wonder

What went wrong

Perhaps I began looking elsewhere

For what I had all along.

Each new day I slip away

Each new day I slip away,

Like invisible wind to lands faraway.

I carry stories with me,

From the worlds, you’re yet to see.

The fading lights,

The innumerable sights,

Some days sitting by the bus’s window,

I write.

The stories of you and me,

Or articles it could be.

You can read them all at-

‘People Places Perceptions’ for free!