Dreams, Desires, Hopes n wishes,
I’ve lost them all in the lost period.
I do breathe and yet do not live
I was born, but yet am not alive..
I’ve lost my sound, my visions, my faith..
My presence is denied as if I exist no more,
To be here and yet not to be;
As if, I am no more alive..
Designs have blurred, so has my mind;
I move about like a hallucination.
I so now still, hopelessly survive,
And yet, I am not alive..
Mute silence is recreating me!
My numb mind instructing my visions to sing,
As if my resurrection is as sure as Death..
Watch-out My Dear, I am here- I am Alive.
As I post this in Poetry Potluck, I realized that I have already re- discovered myself! I had gone on a travel and that did it. It had all the signs- I only had to walk down the trail. I am so Glad that I did.. 🙂