mental stagnation
amalgamated with
a strange feeling
of being lonely
lots of thoughts enter n exit
like a funeral of an immortal
a strange feeling
of being lost in time
feeling as if
the whole world's staring at me
the strange feeling of being in zero gravity
am i in a dream.. or am i in heaven
A complete physical and mental drought
a gleam waiting to trigger
the mind to generate an impulse
The jolt that would revive me back to sanity
will i be provoked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's amazing how and where from these thoughts enter and also desert us...