In Dublin's fair city

Dublin's fair city, where the girls are all so pretty
i lived for the last eight years
the laid back attitude, the go getter talks
Shaw, Wilde and Behan
a city where the night is always young
a city you could call yours
led a quiet life but for my quiet drinks
conversed with the educated
did the same with the ignorant
both ended informative
thanks to my selective listening

Names in magazines, write ups in dailies
did i see this coming
when i treaded in IHM Chennai
My final aspiration, so near me
but the focus i am losing

Conversations i hate, company i despise
solitude my recluse for a while, replaced by loneliness
which doesnt want to leave me
am i lonely, yes i am
do i miss home, yes i do
but can i give up what i have
can i let go of what i am
the struggles, the pain, the hardship
the effort i put in, to reach where i am
yes, i would now, i have lost interest

Six years it took me
to reach the office i am in
six days it took, for me to lose focus
blame it on what i not know
conventional beliefs i guess

not prepared to lose something
i struggled hard to find
but cant lose this gem
whom i found a few weeks back
prepared to let my hair grow grey
but not willing to let go of my gem

how much harder should i try
to convey my emotions
how much more should i wait
to hear that voice
which channel should i use
to get through to you
Even God not helping me, this time
get me to where i belong
get me back on my track...