Nobody to write to
In the same road as before
But with an empty heart
Or maybe without the heart
It got lost somewhere in the storm
That went through my simple life
Only memories remain
And remain dreams
That I nurtured for so long
Nobody to think of
Nobody with whom I can see my future
Nobody who can make my day just by their presence
Nobody to play with me
Nobody to set my spirits free
Nobody whom I can look at for long
The child has lost his companion
The man lost the one who drove him forward
The warrior lost his reason to fight
The simpleton lost his only special thing
Yet the show has to go on
The music will go on rocking the room
The mind will have to produce ideas
Work will be finished
Smile will still be there
Humour will not be lost in seriousness
But somewhere, sometimes
The loss will be remembered
And the lost will be yearned for
Foolishly like I did before
Hope of a new morning will be there
Hope of making it big will remain
And so will things & thoughts of past
And the search will remain
For inner happiness and them who bring smiles..
