"HERE AT THE END OF THE WORLD,

IS ACTUALLY THE REAL BEGINNING

THAT NEVER ENDS"

DREAM

I dream of a dream

That lives within me

During the day in the form of reality

In the form of peace at night

I dream of a dream

Where I am on earth

But it feels like heaven

By your presence

And I freeze the present

And prevent it from moving on

I dream of a dream

With my eyes wide open

Seeing it in real

Living it through you

A real dream

That is true

Till it reaches heaven

And stretches till eternity

In the form of a dream

Yet so real

And endless

I dream of that dream

To come true

JAILBIRD

There was a time
When I used to think
Life is a beautiful brook
That flows by its own free will

Indeed it is
For the ones who have
Been blessed with freedom
These beautiful belongings from this life
Are not meant to be
For someone like me

All this time I had been lonely
This loneliness has been killing me
I can hear no human voices
Except my own echoing around me

One by one things start to fall
My words look faded on this wall
I laugh alone, I weep alone
There is no one around to hear my call

The only way to the outside world
Has been this window on this wall
I can only feel that the sun has set
When darkness starts surrounding me

I used to dream I could freely fly
Like a bird across the open sky
But I realize I have been destined to dwell
Inside this cage of captivity

I fail to find reasons for being imprisoned
In this chamber of solitude and insanity
Yet I still yearn for freedom
Surely someday it shall come
I shall be able to set my soul forever go free
From this anguish and misery

Someday when
I shall have to wait no more
I shall want to dream no more
I shall need to breathe no more
I shall be living no more

I shall be finally free

Missing Pieces

There used to be a time
When I never thought
Even for once
That things fall apart
No matter how hard
You may try to hold them
In your arms

I used to think
There is no sorrow
There is no suffering
There is no pain
In life

I think I was naive
I know I was wrong
Yet I failed to make my heart believe
That things do fall apart
Now matter how strong
My faith had been
All throughout

There are just memories 
Left behind
Of the good old times
In bits and pieces
Some are faded too

I know I have dreamt too hard
To believe that things never fall apart
Now the missing pieces make me wonder
How I shall soon be one them
And fade away
As time moves on