Here I am.searching
Engulfed by the darkness of the night
The half bitten moon offers it's faintest glimmer
Enough to illuminate the eyes of a dreamer
Obscured once a while, by the passing clouds of thought..
All kinds of thoughts..and wishful thinking
Feeling high awhile and sometimes sinking
I let loose myself, .. I haven't an urge to turn the tide
No space for any pretensions, that I'd really need to hide
As I seek to find the epicenter of my cyclonic thoughts,
The cause of a feeling, an introspection of some sort
That keeps racing in and out
Etching in me it's signature, as it departs
Like an unexplainable work of art
Which strangely is nothing but a part of myself..
The thoughts are mine and so are the dreams
But at the end of it, I don't know what it all means
Colours of all kinds.. feelings of sorts..from my own being
Even those ones I'd swear to be totally unreal
That iota of me that is there vestigial..
That is there in me, un-noticed and un-utilized because
I never found it's existence since I never needed it's cause
Here I am, in search for the hidden..somewhere.. in some way
Hidden in me like a needle in a stack of hay
I am searching in the darkness of the night
I seek no object, and I don't need any light
I seek for some remembrances, blurred in my memories
A single tear from an ocean, a dream.. like a gentle breeze
Visiting me, momentarily, to be forgotten the next day..
Reappearing again in my wandering recollections..
Keeping itself a subject in my self conversations
Wherein I laugh and sometimes tears roll by..
Sometimes I've felt annoyed and sometimes felt shy
As I turned the pages of my storybook in fragments unwritten
See how far I remember and how much I've forgotten
As a half bitten real live cookie dipped in a cup of steaming fantasies..
Softening..breaking off drowning somewhere in my memories
And here I am, 'biding my time in darkness' as you say..
Searching for a needle in a stack of hay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem