The sun has gone down
The moon has come up
And the guests have left
With your soul in their pockets.

You had a dream,
Dream like no other;
Yet, simple and honest
- Maybe you were lying to yourself.

Those dreams remain as dreams
You lost it in the monsoon
Or may be the wind has blown it away.
But, does not matter whom you blame.

Desire, when it lets you down
You are not who you were.
The surprises within spout up
Like thorns in a beautiful vase of flowers.

It hurts more than reality;
Everyone feels the pain
But some are still numb;
It does not matter to them.

You still cannot forget the pain.
You wear a mask in daylight
And it falls down, when you are
Alone and you could feel your pillow wet.

Your are an alien
In your own native soil;
You are an object
And not part of the race.

Emotions and dreams are bottled within;
So much of pressure inside
And outside
Your strong heart becomes fragile.

"Give up? Don’t."
Says your lost soul
And your dark hair loses the colour.
Still, you remain in your past.

Walk out and stand up
But you have no support
Or you didn’t see it.
Where do you lean on?

The smell of the people
Intoxicates your brain;
Medicine is your head
And have you lost it?

Patience and understanding
Comfort your broken heart
But, reality doesn't respect
What you have for it.

God watches on
And you don’t talk to him;
He waits but you refuse
And, hell is within you.

It's time everything needs a change...
May be the world around us
Or, just us.
I wish someone comes out with the answer.