Lost in the midst of the pernicious pathway,
heading to find love, not only mine
Theirs as well.
I question myself,'does it even exist?'
I stay connected to none, not even to god,
But truly to myself ,
Cause I know my potentials.
Opacity. My vision blurred.
I can suddenly not see my brothers,
I can suddenly not see my foes.
I ponder for long, even longer
bout the stuff I learnt wasting my entire life
Who she is , who was loved.
Who she is , who was not.
The world seems obscure to me.
I am a scatty scoundrel!
I knew never, but I do now as time slips by,
What I call delayed realization.
What I did to everyone's disgust,
I see no track of them anymore.
My eyes are closed , pressed lips,
motionless me.
I am lost in my own world.
I see my dictionary short of words.
I don't know my work ,
I don't know my world.
I don't know why.
But I,I realize that I am potent , primal, proficient and proud,
I know, but they don't .
I am happy to know who I am.
My flaws and dearth are hidden now
for the cruel to seek it later.
Alas! I am no more in my fantasy.
Sighing. Sad. Sorry.
But happy bout the memoirs I have about me.
I know that they are historic and splendid,
not to be in any textbook, but in the pages of my heart and soul.
I stand alone on the way I recall to be on,
Chasing my dreams , my love ,myself
In every despondent breath.
©sagniksen
S