In your dreams
you're a different person
could it be this-
that you prefer that version?

That was your problem-
you knew too much
yourself you choked
with life you lost touch

knowledge you swallowed
without any further regard
the window of life shut on you
you lost your soul and heart!

How can you be free
as someone's carbon-copy?

My voice counts for nothing:
vox clamantis in deserto
I'm the unnoticed and obscure
one that nobody would want to know

but I don't the least deplore
my heart and soul is pure
no one heeds my voice
but I'm fulfilled and I endure

The world
may be broken
let not your dreams
be stolen-

the worst words
may have been spoken
(over such you've no control)
let not yours be inanely blown-

life is tough, harsh, solemn
few moments are golden
none can escape such:
find courage of your own

the world
may be broken
trust yourself
let your best be sown.

It's still early days
the seed has just been planted
it will take time
for the crop to be harvested.

It's still early days
the heart is on guard
contemplating, seeking
the right path to chart.

It's still early days
finding the right words is hard
the self is yet to settle
from the past it has to part

but the time has come:
I'm yearning for you in my heart
our love has now blossomed
from its patient tender bud.

You can't squeeze
from a stone any juice
go in search in a garden
for a ripened fruit

someone's heart
you can't claim
love is such
call it by any name

nothing can be
as desired as not-wanting
in your self-created sufficiency
where would there be any disappointing?