joy balan

My journey







Without you like a oar less boat,
I sail deep waters searching your where abouts …
I woke up that day to see you gone,
Was it spring or was it may….
I never crossed that fateful day.
I sail without a sail in dismay.
Waters have washed me,
And tossed me every day.
On a dirty shoreline,
Squirming I stand.
Where have you gone?
My soul sings a song,
Counting the time fervently.
Every other day there is some one new,
My eyes just long for you...
Hoping one day,
That you will come back,
Telling me our love wasn't a lie.
Your memory pain me every day,
And I sail without a sail in dismay.

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