My Going - 4 Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Am I fearing
My going?
No, never
I am telling
To me as ever.
Am I stealing
Time from
Anyone else?
And if yes
How can it be
I am asking myself.
And my going
Mocking at me,
Locking my room,
Croaking
Gaining
Cautioning
And muttering.
Is my going
Above me
And not mine?
Doubtless
I am catching
My going
In its dark lining
With my
Mobile lighting.
Sending messages
To my going
Stay lonely
And in loneliness
Go on discovering
Your own identity
That has no meaning.
Broken my going,
Sitting,
Flitting,
Seeming,
Streaming,
Lifting,
Shadowing,
And telling
So many
Though,I am
Not available always
To listen to.