The Art of Missing Someone.....

Pretended to be happy, we smile in sorrow...
 talking with the midnight we cry in pillow.
Sometime we manage to walk strong..
  through the woods .. we walk long ... we walk long.....
but now,.....
               No  more roses look good,
               No more hungry for food.
               No girls across the globe can touch the heart of the hood.
A busy life sourrounded the mind,
            but no ways to erase the shades of past.
a step ahead, and the memories behind.
skipping questions that keeps coming on mind....
Searching for some empty spaces to live the life free.
In order to eradicate the pain we go through ,
 and we let others show we dont care
              Feelings are subsided, are not meant to share.........