The Faces...

An emptiness resonates,

Deep within me,

As I sit and stare out,

At the clear moonlit road.
Promises lie like

Broken twigs-scattered,

That litter my way.

A sinking feeling predominates,

My thoughts-

Marring my every waking thought,

Making me restless-

And a listless Insomniac too.

M y eyes are tired,

As they strain to see beyond,

What lies in the apparent reality,

To all that murks and lurks within.

I need to know more.

To solve my own riddle.

Yet my weary mind,

Gives way to uneasiness,

To form the right frames.

To look for the right clues.

At the right places.

The incessant thoughts

Buzz on, 

Merciless to my mindscape.

I shan't weaken,

I tell myself.

But at times,

I find myself 

Losing my composure.

Seeing the much loved face once,

With a new one.

The face looks older now.

A lil creased,

With the lines of maturity.

Yet it looks relaxed,

And expressive in its silent joy.

The happiness in the eyes,

Thus- remains a strange,

Source of Comfort.

I wish u well.

For all that lies ahead.

Coz I've nothing more 

To feel anymore.

I reflect at my own,

And feel the emptiness still,

For the Distance,

Never seems to lessen.

Maybe, You too,

Shall move farther away.

To an unreachable Zone.

As I would wait still,

Unable, to fight against,

My moonlight.