Memories in solitude...

Its been a long time since i'v heard his voice,

or watched him walk by the sea,

with the waves washing his sand covered feet,

as fast as the sea could see...

There are days when i could sit all alone by the coast,

yet hear his voice low and high,

crowds of people often stood by me,

when i recall his silent good-bye...

I still live my life as i'v always lived,

i still feel the first shower of rain,

time has been a near friend of mine,

but smiles...a camaouflagin pain.

Often i dream about the real him,

takin fringes of him from my heart's archive,

i wake up again forgeting them all,

my eyes searching as if he was still alive...

ITS ME

Confused character...the name is interesting,isnt it? but you must be wondering what the hell am i trying to say. wellthe thing that i am describing is 'myself'...from my childhood i have been referred to various names by whole lot of people. sometimes dull,sometimes clever,even lazy and hardworking both. even some people call 'insensitive' and 'sensitive' as well... i myself wonder who is the real me, i cant be all of them...all these years of life has passed by in a dull manner,i need to know the real me, who am i? just a face in the crowd? some toy for others to play? what is the truth!

i read i line today..."come blessed barrier between a day and a day", really touched me..i wish that wishful barrier really dawns upon me, to give me a new life, a new me...