Like a lonely passenger in the tourist bus, I sit in me,
have the colours pass through my eyes, them faded I see.
People in them offer all the words, but i just pass them the plea,
of charm on my face, of sweet in my voice, in my smile of glee.
The need and the paucity, sleep on the same couch,
Space is so wasted, or I am not in my pouch,
the wall is air, so its all over, I seek the way out.
To reach my land, brethe my air, i take on the bout.
The incomplete stands and walks, the stutterer speaks
Without you, the world is bigger, worse than it seems.
Want to rush to you, you hold somthing from my inside,
that makes me me, its you I want, rest all rests aside.
Miss my Gobul and Nonu
rakesh
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