Those messages on
Life
They are pretty good
Like a rose plant
With blushing flowers

But who can escape
From tomorrow

Even the plant has
Thorns

Be happy
Be normal
Be confident

These words are
Easy and
Free of cost

But, how can we
Really

Understand life
And it's journey

I will find you.

When you scurry away
into the haunts of
your ravaged mind,
searching for things you  never owned.

I will find you.

Amongst heavy crowds
of people, places, promises;
where you blend into
perfectly.

I will find.

You,
your mind,
your broken self,
buried deep within
the place you called home.

Drawn I am to you,
unaware of the force
driving us away
is nothing but our own
cataclysmic personalities.

There is a whisper in
the autumn wind.
It calls for you.
While it is freezing here
and all I can feel
is the numbness of limbs.

Like fire and water,
I cannot exist with you;
yet, cannot exist without.