Aspired for comfort of a city
but I live in a desert now,
a vast expanse larger than life.
It has no colors
but only shades of brown and black.
And no hopes but sand dunes,
Cactus, wild berries and creepy reptiles.
Roaming miles for an oasis to quench my thirst
And a shade of green to rest.
Life out here is difficult than city.
As I walk alone in the desert,
I often wonder
If autumn moon still shows up
with the fall season in the city you live.
Leaves still turn purple, red, orange and yellow,Â
In a prologue to stressful winter.
Then a knock at the door of spring
To bring back tender buds
lush green leaves and beautiful flowers,Â
Happiness, hope and prosperity around.
Or a deceptive mirage rules life
like the desert in the city as well!
Times we shared just vanished so fast
And those uncomfortable short moments.
In my weary heart, it took a life span to learn
That this too was a bliss of some sort.
It may be a vain illusion, but I’m content,
Neither you are a mirage nor I am.
So what if it takes until the end of days
Living in a hope to see you again.
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