Absence Poem by Seema Aarella

Within the dreamscape
The secret creation and
Immediate annihilation of thoughts
Becomes an instantaneous affair

Footprints disappearing
From unfixed journey's volatile paths,
Amidst the muted winter's clutter
Of fallen useless prose

Is it an extravaganza or minimal
Kindness of providence?
That I am born, dead
And reborn continuously...

Through the process of endless
Experimentation of emotions,
Some mutating, some reviving
Some self destructing!

Is this the question unknown or
The definite reply that is
Both visible and invisible at once
To my multi featured insight.

Am I aware or divinely ignorant?
Of the world around me, I prod as I
Dive into the whirlpool of thoughts
One more time with greed...

Should I happen to remember you again?
I may not be me!
Such was the severity of some casual thoughts,
As I sat alone and let my heart loose!