Waiting For You....

Everything I see is always like something else;
Not truly but inspired in the sense;
Something it received, something acquired;
So thus; I see myself, then I see my parents,
Then I just take a look at the world,
In which I also find you somewhere;
Neither on land nor in the sky,
And not even in front of my eye;
But somewhere else, I don't know;
The morning dew reflects your charisma,
And it goes by the sunlight gleam;
That sweet chirp at my broken window hits me hard,
Putting the pen down, I glance at'em.....
Yes, with some jealousy, I shrug 'em off;
Then I thought of a nap,
No....not to see you in dreams, I never dreamt of you,
But yes I can't get off your realms; I don't know....
Then I thought of writing something,
About you...for you.. I guess....
But my pen didn't let it happen,
Or rather my mind, I say; I don't know...
Oh, yes! It again started raining here,
Thinking of clouds as a messenger,
Then I thought to ask'em about you,
I thought that they have seen you,
I requested them;
But a thunder came along,
Like it was saying...'Shut up'..!!
Was that you!!

Or someone else...
I don't know.... I just don't know...