Kho gaye hum kahan
busy and bustling, aren't we all? until the lights dim out, your eyelids keep the blinds open. let the light in? call out to the fog, the dewdrops fall heavy: tender young leaves shy away unable to bear the weight of earthen grief it's the path we're on, the roads we aren't quite familiar with, not yet , at least and maybe we never will be, familiar . yet we move ahead, the smoke blinding and the noise deafening nooks of the streets hide unfound dreams, when will our eyes meet the madman travels the world, seeks home in distant land chasing dreams, perhaps never meant to be chased his heart calling, to be found. ~h.
