Have you ever?
It's late, dark outside
The stars are up there in their nocturnal ride
You are soaked in your world of peaceful slumber
Yet, I sit here wide awake
Wondering what my life is morphing into?
A mundane tale, a lost war a forlorn island you have never been to
The insalubrious, crumbling, invalidating trepidation of losing this whole world
being blind, immobile, like immured in a dungeon,
Inebriated by a bountiful dump of nothingness
Have you ever felt like this?
You look at me and see a benign smile, twinkling eyes, lots of delight
The camouflaged heart of broken dreams, failed thoughts and weary streams
The atrophy of my frail soul, do they ever reach you?
People are born daily, the world impregnated everyday'
The billowy montage of trillions moving, rustling
Yet having nothing to say
The sheer dumbness of thought, that's what I fear a lot
No fatalist I am not-may be an agnostic.
Have you ever wondered why am I so lost?
You must have missed it baby, I will carry on this
Impostures act yet you will never realize
I will dance and sway to the lingering tunes of life that you might play.
But in the end, when in sleep you rest, I will dropp that
Swindling dress and dump myself again in that intimidating mess.
by
Barnali Saha
Nashville, TN.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem