the idea of a perfect life differs from one to another...............
when is life tough?
wen does survival seem tough?
i ask my self n remain silent!
"it was a dream..............
it was..........my world!"
coming back to a house of smiles
coming back to lovable arms is a dream!!
more than often, do these expressions meet irony...........
my ppl fail to b a part of my world!
i try hard to focus the day light
i need them to feel the warmth!
a world worth infinite smiles await them
but well, they are busy with woes!
each day i c the ocean getting deeper,
the scars.....becoming more prominent!
whtever i am today, is coz of them......
n well 2day their smiles are a distant dream!
life.........n its irony!!!!
we loose faith just one step b4 victory!
My time unconsciously is all theirs......
My thghts always "are" with them!
They realise this little
They only feel my lacking physical pressence!
The smiles that were once determined to spread
now shout aloud to me to be away!
atleast may be then wld my dream continue.......
an endeavour is all thats req
u need to make constant efforts to polish ur relations!
if those who constitute my world arent together...................
there WLD BE NO ME!!
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