Feeling the loss, yet moving on

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..