walking on my favourite road - treaded to my dreaming self
it was not what i had dreamt, even i was unconcious
that the path i am on is just my wish
the beauty of trees n birds sounds
which used to evoke in me such bliss
today i cudnt even hear -as i walked in stress
on the same beautiful dreamy land


what was the trouble i cant put in words
or we can say there was none
which i could point at
it was my own self-my own lost being
my own indecisions n wavering faith