A traveller’s obsession
I’m a traveller wondering in a shambolic world hoping to find a place for myself.A place where I fit in and can call home.
A place where everyone accepts me for who I am and no one looks at me with so much disdain like I’m the cause of their misfortunes.
A place where heaven is on earth and hell is a nightmare.
A place where love is real and being loved makes a big deal.
A place where everybody is contempt with their lifes and no one strives for perfection.
A place where friendship is cherished and enemies are unknown friends.
A place which I live to find and I find to live
To be continued……..
My perception of a perfect love story where the prince charming takes the trophy princess fiona to a far away place had been the dream of an escapist,at least.
Or maybe it’s been me all this times
Maybe I’ve been too full of my self
Maybe I’ve been giving to much attention to friendship that I mistake it for love
And I forgot to love my self
Maybe I’ve been looking in the wrong places to find love to fill my emptiness so much that I cling on to every opportunity to love.
There has to be a reason why my journey to find true love has been like a walk to the moon.
Sometimes I try to act all tough
I put on a smile
I act like I’ve got it all figured out
But in the abyss of my heart I’m broken and I curse my self every day for it………………………..
When I was a child
I was so innocent, cheerful and full of energy
I listened to my parents advice
and my fathers sardonic smile always brought out the best in me
life was wonderful indeed
as I envisaged all I wanted to achieve
I never saw it coming
but childhood was so fast that I got lost in my teens
we were a team
and fooling around with friends was a routine
time went by
as I watched my dreams turn into faded scenes
Growth has a way of making the strong weak and the weak strong
it was fast indeed
now I lie on a sick bed
and I lament about how awful growth seems
I lay on my bed with lost mind
my brain ceased to find
the choice which I thought was mine
ended up being my worst night
had I missed a line?
for everything happened before time
the friends who were my prime
the remedy of my life
were as bitter as bile
my happiness seemed to be far
for what seems a mile
and if its been a while
then my God is alive