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.