I miss being together.

(To Nupur)

I miss every moment that we shared.

The time we laughed, the time we cared.

When everything was only, happiness and glee.

The time we were joyous, as we could possibly be.

 

It didnt have to end like this.

I dont want it to be this empty abyss.

I love you now, and will continue to.

Our vows i wish, will always hold true.

 

There was a time, when we couldnt be seen apart.

A time when choices, we made from our heart.

Back when we didnt care how people judged us.

A time when we weren't unhappy, thus.

 

If only we could go back to the way we were.

If able to pardon when we both did err.

The world would seem happy, forever again.

Forgetting everything, no loss, no gain.

 

We both made mistakes, i now accept.

We knew we did it, we know we wept.

I miss being together, i miss that life.

Let's end this pain, let's end this strife.

 

We both changed, as time makes you do.

But love shouldnt change, it should hold true.

I'd die for you, i'd kill for you.

Know that, my love, take my cue.

 

Let's go back, to the way we were.

Let this agony never recur.

I know you feel my pain, i know you care.

You care too, for the love we share.

The Walker

The walker goes on his way.
The dreamer, the watcher.
Leaves shrivel and flowers wither,
Under his neverending footsteps.

The walker sees all that is to be seen.
Omnipresent he may appear.
He cares for nobody.
Inciting no joy, only a foreboding fear.

He tramples Mother Earth disdainfully,
As he searches for his destination.
Long has he explored, never to find it.
Ever will he search, all of creation.

The path to freedom is not to be found.
His will begs him to end the trauma,
His refusal is instant, the soul is still incomplete.
Endless will his quest be if it is unfound.

What is it that he hopes to find?
What is that final destination?
It is unlikely that his observers can fathom.
Doubtful still, that he knows for himself.

The walker fears no death, only welcomes it.
For it is that which shall put him out of his misery.
He requires and demands no quiescence,
The road does not end till it is found.

The walker goes on his way.
The dreamer, the watcher.
Unconcerned and perfunctory.
His quest is still incomplete.