Sometimes this is the way of life.

It just stuck my mind amongst all these exams, sleepless nights, those language communications; I completed my 3 months of adventurous stay in this foreign land.

Did not know how time flew, 

yesterday was the only time of life that I knew.

Today felt like a kite flying with no worries,

 touching several clusters of my dreams

along the shades of sun in so different means.

Although, bounded by the surprise of the days,

like the freedom of the haze in maze,

 it is an innocent story 

of this dreamland glory 

to live life so flowery, 

which is blown in a flurry.

Touching every emotion

coupled with caution

Loneliness is what I feel

In this drought heal

Nobody knows am I moving closer or apart?

But the remoteness remained

Like the distance between our eyes

Yet the wishes had never gained

that hotness of the dice.