Incomplete Dream

We were crazy
we were strange
we were different... very different
Incomplete on our own but so complete together
We were not walking on the ground
We were flying in the sky
Talking to the clouds
We did not bother about anybody in the world
We had made our own world
The world of our dreams
But then dreams always leave when you wake up to the reality.

A drowing expression

The setting sun induces fear into my heart.
Sorrows of my life never seems to depart.
Why am I always ignored and rejected.
Moments of joy I am never able to hold.
Tears of agony run down my face.
Expression of contentment are hard to trace.
In this trauma I have resolved to be brave.
But still I do crave for an affectionate word.
- - - - Brij