Nostalgic-Death Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

One day, I caged me
Detaining myself
Under tight house arrest
When, the family was away
Locking-
The main gate and all doors
From outside with locks
Locks of my patent thoughts
Meditating just upon-
Getting imprisoned inside
Inside my own house
Thinking as if-
Everything is hostile
Nothing belongs to me
And I too, fit in to none.

As such, perhaps none else
But, I could watch
Through the iron grills
Outside, there unnoticed
In the main front street
Passers by passing through
Many of them unknown
Some ones, yet known to
Waving hands towards me
Kissing fingers, as if me
Non-stop moved on and on
After wishing their hello-hi
Unaware of the state of my mind.
They might be in their moods
Light, jolly, grim or grave
But, I'm being none of them.

So deep in my thoughts
Pondering at a point of time
Flying somewhere, in between
Joys and sorrows of loneliness
Neither a suicide nor natural one
But, alive like nostalgic-death.
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Ludhiana, Punjab, India.