there is no title to this blog i am not in the mood!!!!!

dusty roads leading away from torrents,
pattering raindrops on my window bid me goodbye,
is this the end? i wonder to myself,
will i never return to the place of love.
where i felt at peace with the world.
thru a constant wash of tears.
i try to remember every corner
of the place i call home.
like a young child leaving his home
i silently weep to myself.
monsoon melts away every lane i called my own.
the heavens cry as i leave home.
to trudge along a different street.
the street not my own.
but times have changed a lot.
and this is wat shud b home for me.
fighting against myself i resign to fate.
to the place of no rains.
where the sun drains every nerve out of u.
to the place i must struggle
to find a place in an even more hostile world.
where blood has no worth.
relations long forgotten
where pieces of paper rule the world.
but i was happy with my dusty lanes.
the endless mazes round mountains.
the hot coffee at the corner store.
the place i call home.
i dont want to chase unreal dreams
i dont want to run down fantasy lanes.
i dont want to lose myself in the crowd.
i dont want to be a part of the world.
i want an identity, a real facade.
i want to be myself not change for sumthing else.
i want to be free to chase my dreams down memory lanes.
i want to feel loved and cherished, not paid.
i want to go home..................to where i belong.
to the dusty lanes n hot coffee
and endless monsoons n cold evenings.
to the red suns n soaking wet returns.
to the mountains where i belong.
to the place i call home...........