Wednesday, May 29, 2013


I do frequent this terrain,

Now, more than ever!

Unloved though, it invites me,

Now, more than ever!

Feeling lost, I feel blue around,

Looking around for what I yearn,

Not one word I hear,

Is it only blue that I see around!

So much happens around,

But I don’t seem to care!

Not much work done,

Still too exhausted!

Are words desiring to come out?

Or waiting patiently to burst out?