Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Whom I know ...

When ever,
I look back to my past
I find myself
Surrounded by
Lots of sweet memories
And a handful of dreams
Yet, to come true…
Lots of old friends
Who left behind
And some new
Who are around…
I see
All the roads
Heading to my home
Are quite far now
But my house is too close…
All the pleasure
Those used to charm me
I enjoy no more…
People come to me
They say, they know me
But I am in search of me…
Don’t know what to call it
May be this is the life
Whom I know …