I prefer to be a dreamer, closing my eyes to the emptiness around.
Sensing just the invisible warmth of being with you.
I prefer to be a fool; hopelessly in love.
Filling my mind with just your thoughts.
I prefer to be a nomad with no direction in mind.
Wandering aimlessly, accompanied by sweet memories.
I prefer to be a loner with no one to turn to.
Waiting for that one person I yearn for, relentlessly.
It resembles a mirage. On a canvas so large. They call it life. That illusion so rife. Never mind its name. They say it is all in a game. Seems so unbelievably eternal. But it is only the end that is real.
Me, me!!!

- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
This is beautiful Janani!
ReplyDelete:) thnks..
ReplyDeletei wish i had written this one:
ReplyDelete"I prefer to be a loner with no one to turn to.
Waiting for that one person I yearn for, relentlessly."
I don't think there's any other word that can substitute "relentlessly"
Cheers
hey deepika :)
ReplyDeleteVery nice! :)
ReplyDeletethnks...:)
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