Enclaved

Thought I'd write you a letter
But I know not your address
And I'm lost for words to write
This wasn't how it always was

Maybe I could give you a call
But I'm really not quite sure
If I'll be able to answer you
When you reply with 'Hello!'

Your number might've changed
Someone else might pick up call
And I'd be just so dumbfounded
Like when we met the first time

Should I rather write a novel
But our story lacks substance
And the ending so incomplete
It'd not do justice to emotions

So I'm stuck with my silence
It's definitely a better stance
And like abandoned lost ruins
Nature slowly enclaves within

Thirty years

More than thirty years have passed
I passed my childhood and my youth
But where have I reached so far now?

I passed the competition in education
I survived my youthful desires and trials
I built a home and means of livelihood

But what is it that I have really achieved?
I can stand on my feet in a hostile world
Yet that's what anybody with wits can do

In the struggle to survive, I lost my dreams
My ethics are no longer clean and as pure
And in my dreams, I try to find my essence

I'm a boat which survived turbulent waters
Now I'm confused when I reached a calm sea
I see my reflection on water as I drift within