The life

I take a small break from office
to give my lungs some fresh air
the lift takes me to ground zero
i leave immediately as if its insult to be there

heading towards the buildings front side....
i see prying eyes, a rapid stare
i smile for myself and smile to them
this girl all alone,no purpose,why she's here?

i am greeted by lads spilled out on grass
sleeping as if they know nothing else
this tickles something within me,
makes me feel homesick.

i return to my temporary abode all bustling with work
yet so lifeless and dull than life two feet below
i wait for the evening to come and sit by the window sill
thinking about the sly smiles ,the prying eyes

Me,the girl without purpose
i smile to myself and smile to thee

Dreams

Dreams begin from my window
And spread out to my lawn
From there they take shape and fly away
So much like a yawn

I gulp and try to lock them up
They laugh and set them free
I Behold and think to myself
I make them or they make me.

They were once small ,small enough to hold in palms
And now they grow by leaps and bounds
I see them push me through different worlds
New things in this sojourn i lost and found.

Yet i find myself amused all the more
Dreaming was a hobby now it is a chore
What was once a dream is fact today
Some to my liking some dismay

But one thing still annoys me
I seek dreams or they seek me??