At Times I Feel Poem by Saroj Padhi

AT times I feel I don't exist
I feel I'm a specter, a shade,
a nebula wandering in hazy light
a shadow getting lost
into a fading twilight,
a lone mote in the vast cosmos
driven by forces unknown,
running out of sight;
drifting toward a horizon
with dreams
fading like stars in day light;
neither do I feel the weight of body
nor the heat of a gruelling mind
nor an aching heart;
rather a ray of vision
with eyes purblind,
floating like a foam in an ocean,
a glimmering speck in the wind.