In the end she was a traitor
For being a human she was
If not to her thoughts
Then to her feelings
If not to her friends
Then to her family
If not to time
Then to money
A traitorous woman
She was
For she could not be
Nor do
it all
For if she did
She would be a traitor
a traitor
To herself

Tomorrow, before the sun goes down
I will try to build Rome

Got a cat
That thinks
It’s a dog
Got a dog
That thinks
It’s a cat
Lovely
Pets
Salt of
The earth I
Think there
Was a mix up
At there
Birth.
The dog meowed
The cat did bark they
Followed each other
Never far apart,
Then one day
Dog had died
The hearse
turned up the
Cat she cried
Cat felt lonely
They were
never apart
Poor old cat
Had
Developed
A broken
Heart.

You are magic
I am magic
Lets disappear
We will build
Our fantasy
Then we
Shall reappear.

Lots of
Trees and
hedges
Made of
Chocolate
Cakes
While
Pretty
flamingo’s
Are
Dancing in
The lakes

We make
more magic
With children
on the way
Living in a fantasy
Loving everyday.

"A  beautiful place to get lost"
Heard these lines
Pulled a row of happenings around me
A target to get something beautiful
Reached through tough journey
Enjoyed for few days
It became the same as previous one
Set another higher goal
Worked hard to get that
Enjoyed it for some time
It felt same as old one
Now set a goal to get more
A beautiful place to get lost for ever
To become zero
Will play with it
To become infinity.

Travelled through the same roads
We once visited
To see a wonderful and peaceful life
But this time I was alone
To find the traces of our friendship
Recalled all beautiful moments spent with you.
We could not travel together for long
We flew parallel for some time
Your friendship made me to learn to set a higher target
To become more mature and loveable
To see a life beyond my strength
To walk in new sphere of life

If I wrote a book,
you will be my central character.
Million copies later,
I may write through your impeccable knowledge.

If I wrote a poem,
you will be in every word.
A couple of views later,
I may speak through your poetic silence.

If I acted in a play,
you will be my audience.
A few applauses later,
I may act out a monologue of glorious affection.

Say hi,
Say hello,
Say no more,
When words stop,
I will understand,
That we are where we need to be.

If I met you in real life,
you will be my soul mate.
A few decades later,
I may seek a second life with you.

So, meet me now! :)