What I am

Living is easy, dying is hard, yet I die every moment. I live as there is nothing to care, but I care every moment.

Within my hollow chambers of thoughts i collect the remaining happiness, like a peasant searching for food from the garbage.

I cry every moment but shed no tears. The back-flow of my tears floods my heart with sadness.

I want to talk but the words become dry as I find no ears that can listen to my dying voice.

Through the alleys of my dream, I see people but I wake up every morning finding myself alone.

The only love I ever feel is of the winds that kisses, embraces me & my thoughts that accompanies me.

Someday I shall become dust, part of the earth, someday I`ll be missed but only to be forgotten.

When my eyes shut on me, my soul flies, I`ll be some one I always wanted to be, nothing at all.