Who am I in this. ..

In the routine of each day
The path
The pattern
Of which is traced.
This one here
That one there
Duties fulfilled
Words exchanged
and for moments
Lives become shared.
But. .. who am I
Really. .. who am I?
As the routine flows by
And the days slip away
Seasons change
Children age
Work cycles on with jobs complete.
Memories fill my mind
My SD card with images
Reflections of. ..
Captured moments in the routine. ..
But who am I in this?
....
S.IrfanAleem 9.15.15

Love...

Is it the sensation shared
When man and women touch?
Is it the bond that takes them
To world's all their own,
whenever all is right?
Or is love defined better...
By the depth of the cuts,
When words decide. ..
It's not there anymore
Just not felt for the other?
....
No, love is. ..
You...
the smile for no reason
The simple things in life
The strength to achieve
To do what you like.
The happiness that. ..
Overwhelms you
... when you
Laugh with a friend,
Bond with your family,
Chase your dreams.
Love. .. who you are.
....
Love can't be shared if it's never
Been found. .. and it starts inside. ..
You.

S.irfanaleem
09.01.2015