The Endless Road

                                          I keep walking down this endless road,

                                                    I hope of finding something real,

                                               I Don’t know what to hope or expect,

                                                      I can’t tell anyone how I feel.

                                               I have never seen this place before,

                                                            It is strange and cold,

                                                    but I feel strangely compelled,

                                                  To walk down this endless road.

                                                       What am I running from?

                                                Home, love, happiness or myself,

                                           Maybe I’ll find the answer along the way,

                                                   Maybe I’ll finally heal myself.

                                                            Don’t wait for me,

                                                         It might take a while,

                                                  I will never be the same again,

                                             But I’ll always remember your smile.

 

-Neelotpal Nauriyal

Just a thought

                                                             


                                                   The Lost Ways

                               I still miss the sound of birds,
                          Chirping away in the long lost trees.
                                  I still miss the long walks,
                            And the cold and soothing breeze. 

                                   I miss the simple smile,
                            Which meant more than words.
                                    I miss the lost silence,
                                   Which was once heard.

                                   Deep down inside me,
                                A child still wants to play,
                           He is haunted by the shallowness
                                Of the new modern ways.

                                                                     

                                                                   -Neelotpal Nauriyal