They say people who are up in the middle night are lonely, sad, or thinking of someone. I guess for me it's a combination of the three, but how can you miss something that was never truly yours to miss in the first place?

There are so many roads you can take
To reach your destination in life
The busy road, the lonely road and broken road
You step on so many footsteps
Wondering, whether they will lead you there
So many roads, all seems to be leading somewhere
Which one do you choose?
Or you take the road everyone takes, without thinking
No matter where you are
And you want to reach there, maybe alone
You are there carving a new road for yourself
Being on the road, the lonely traveler
With many experiences to gather
You can be the best storyteller, when you are there
After a long and arduous journey

In time
We clap to music,
Beats of our own drum
Sung by someone
Over small speakers
That only we appreciate.
And we dance without reason.

In time
We’ll look back
And laugh
At the clothes we wore
When we spent
All that money
On those drinks
That we now wish we saved.

In time
We’ll understand
The implications of our actions
And how it all played out
In the end
And maybe even have
A little better understanding
Of how we came to be
Who we’ve come to be.

In time
You will grow strong
With the seasons
And when the leaves fall again
You will stand tall
And brace the winter
Without fail.

In time
We may meet again
Somewhere else
In a different chapter,
And you will be different
As I will be different
But alike in that
We are no longer who we were,
Our words will have changed.

In time
When we understand
We may see it all.

In time
When you are strong
You will succeed.

In time
The time spent between us
Will feel like nothing at all.

In time
Your dreams
Just may come true.

In time
I hope
that
you
will
fly.

you always could
     make my lips hungry
     and my fingers loving

and now the mere thought of seeing you
     makes my hands shake
     and my bones ache

i don't think this is a good idea
i don't think this is a good idea
                              -(seeing him in ten days)

I saw you in widow's eyes.
I heard you in her cries.
I smelt you in wood and fire.
I felt you in funeral pyre.

I saw you sitting on ground.
I heard you in violin's sound.
I smelt you in burning heart.
I felt you in man sitting apart.

I saw you within lost child.
I heard you in his heart wild.
I smelt you in anxious sweat.
I felt you on his cheeks wet.

Not sure if you searched me;
Or somehow I found thee;
Much love for me in you I see.
Now you ever reside in me.

I was on the streets
Alone and dying, looking for someone.
Then, You came along.
You had a heart for me
So You picked me up and put me on Your back.
Carrying me home, You told me You loved me ever since.
For in that moment,
You introduced me to the feeling of living.
I didn’t want that feeling to end.
“No wind
No traffic lights
No one
Could ever stop me from loving You back.”
Said my soul.
But
My heart and mind
Oh why oh why should I go back
To those lonely streets?
I want to be with You and You only.
But I keep
Failing.
You gave everything to me.
My friends
My family
My life
Your heart
But I didn’t care.
I only cared for myself.
Every time.
I always fall in the same manhole.
And yet, You still reach down to me with your hand and tell me
“It’s all right.
I love you.”
Every time.
I am sorry.