Search Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

People gather winding you.
Make you forget everything,
what you were thinking.
You began loosing the sense
what to forget and what not.
You keep talking to this
person and to many other.
Keep floating on spoken words,
share, give and take, keeping
the door tightly closed
to the loneliness. Nice,
to keep mouth and brain
busy and spirited.
Then, at some point no one
is around. Just a coiling
silence, with echoes.
Strange..with or without
people you're the same whom
you've been trying
to understand.Interesting
puzzles of identity,
personality, individuality
and so on..Coming in and out
of many moods, then zooming
on the roller coaster of
past, present and future.