Here
Published by Sanket Rathod under alone, destination, friends, heart, here, journey, time on Thursday, January 31, 2008Time runs faster here.
I know 'coz I'm always late.
There's always something to do
And yet I find time to miss you.
Days are longer here
I know 'coz night never falls.
Dinner's usually at midnight
But to me it's always twilight.
Jewellery, even of the minorest sorts,
I know no one here adorns.
Often yet I hears those sounds.
Bangles clinking. Anklets tinkling.
I don't have many friends here.
I know 'coz I never feel alone.
Still I long for that special warmth
A feeling of heart and past, it is now.
It's only the beginning of "here".
And I know 'coz I'm not tired.
The journey alone is, sure not much fun
But I have to reach the destination.
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