
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.
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.
Updated: Nov 10, 2022
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.
Updated: Nov 14, 2022
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!