Up-stream, ex-dream

I don't wish to be here any longer
I have loved and lived here too long
I await the frail goodbye,
To casually bid farewell humming another song


Traipse a bit more ? i wouldn't
This is  up-stream, ex-dream ?
I don't know what. A fading screen ?
A lackadaisical streak ?


loved this place, loved this life
missed so much, guess i missed much too
I have nothing much to do, nothing much to say
Let it be, dont people always part ways ?


As i take the last few walks, i stare at every soul and every tree
Some give sidelong glances and pretend to not see
I would still wave and smile and bid good bye.
See you again, or maybe not ?, on the other side.


I wrote letters to my young sweethearts, on paper napkins, as I
Drank rum to rock and gazed in whiskey bars
To the tunes, the grooves of jazz and blues
So many a times, that I now know a song or two.


Like lighting the last cigarette, on the lonely drive
to the concert stage in the middle of night.
How badly you want for it to burn, a little longer, stay
Only to take it for the stroll, on the grass, to the stage, from the car


I would have wanted to stay, day after day

Or atleast for a day, another hour, few minutes, a glimpse, to quench this hopeless heart
Alas ! Funny, hopeless romantic, Sigh. Deep sigh !.
I don't wish to be here any longer.

I have loved and lived here too long. 

I await the frail goodbye, each day, each day when i walk back with dreamy eyes.