Passing old memory lanes as the tram journeys towards home,
how in the maze of thoughts do I find some happiness?
Windows will share the tears on a rainy day.
Destroying the old worlds as we fly around the globe,
It was always raining in the new lands,
parts of self left behind in pieces in the thoughts of friends
Finding freedom in bonding with the unknown,
filling empty baskets for the occasions of nostalgia,
Realising only in the riddle of dreams where we truly belong,
Copyright © ravi kiran | Year Posted 2017
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