Dreamland, a thoughtless state of mind, nothing to think about, nothing to talk  about, very much stoic, detached from all kinds of emotions, no feeling of empathy  any more...

Short Poem I wrote when I felt alone and lost in the crowd, searching for someone who could heal the ever aching heart and fill the void.

With another terror attack in Mumbai taking away hundreds of innocent lives followed by the cliched rhetorics by the politicians, there is a feeling of dejavu. Is it like just another incident making headlines all over? Do I consider myself fortunate and thank Almighty that I'm alive and just get on with life?