These days

These days
I am so blank and contented
These days
Its so vacant and enchanting
All of goodness
As if have come to me
All the smiling flowers
As if grown out of my ceiling

All the night I gaze
All the time feel numb
All the senses in me
Have lost

These days
The time stands and hits
These days
I am passive and so forlorn
All of the joy
As if its here in my hand
For so long
For so long
All of the cheer and the smiles
As if its here for me
For so long
For so long

All the night I gaze
All the time feel numb
All the senses in me
Have lost

Every time I repeat
Every time I recall
All the moments
And then I am not here
For any long
For any long

These days
Thinking of you is my habit
These days
Feeling you in me is the passion
All the time I am in some fantasy world
All the time my eyes wander looking nothing
But just you

A Loner

A loner looks for loneliness
The grief of solitude
The vibrance of forlornness

A loner looks for darkness
The emptiness of blank world
The infinity of blackness

A loner looks for light
The burning shine and randiance
The bright wonderful highs

A loner looks for the world
The world of sounds and scenes
The kingdom of cheers and zeal

A loner looks for himself
Searches every corner
Wanders every side

A loner looks for loner
Finds himself
Smiles, sighs and dies