Amidst a thousand mirrors, petrified I stand.
Yet, why I see no
myself, I fail to understand...
A run down the beach,
beside a gleaming twilight sea,
Yet, why I see no
footprints, reach back at me??
Lively, livid human silhouettes,
which walk across the lane,
Yet, among the
crowds, I seem a ghost gone insane.
Faces – grinning,
laughing, smiling; be it sunshine or the rain,
Yet, why no one casts
a glance upon my pain??
How I love the rains!
They hide the tear in my eye…
And I love the dark,
which shields the fear I deny…
I feel dead. Wait, is
it any different- I live or I die??
Now, shall I fight?
Wait, it’s too futile a fight…
I crave for the
warmth of the love I once had,
How I miss those
divine moments- crazy and mad!
Cast in this mist of
loneliness, how long can I last?
Yet, I live the today,
each moment, re-living the past…
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