V P Mahur

(Apr 16,1964 / Siyana (UP) , Bulandshahr, India)

Strange Search


Valley of thoughts
Is very deep
And dark as gloomy nights
Where I lost myself
But none can help
Whom I can call
The sound of my heart
Hits the dark unknown
And comes back
To my own ears
And gives me fears
To be lost somewhere
I touch something
But know not what
For the dark
Inside me hark
Gives me so many thoughts
With echoing horror
I can’t find myself
In the infinite dark
I feel everybody
Helpless
Unable to help
For all are wandering
Aimlessly
To seek others' help
So how one
Help anybody else
In this confusion
Where there is
A strange fusion

Submitted: Monday, February 10, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 10, 2014

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Composed on Feb 10,2014

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