Words Poem by Parama Mitra

It's only words they can understand
Which I never have in time,
And they will never look into deep inside
Where real me is always waiting
to be touched.

I'm walking here and there
Still looking for don't know what,
May be peace or may be you.
And I'm quite forgettable too
They can't remember me
Or my likes, dislikes, and my face.
It's seems like I disappeared
from the past or invisible in the future,
Also I never like to be seen at present.
But sometimes It feels good
When anyone says just "hi".
As the days passes by I'm getting
More and more tired and quiet
No doubt I'm loving this solitaire state.
As this halt being longer and longer,
Life is just a small pause in the
River of floating spirit.

Past few years were tough,
Struggling to be alive, just alive.
And day by day a dark cloud
Surrounding me, light is fading.
Hollowness coming towards step by step,
And I can feel the emptiness.
What can I do? I don't ask anymore.
Few tasks are left here and there,
Few more duties to be done.
Few years needs to be past,
Few more life to be enhanced.
And then I can go for a long vacation,
To meet my ancestors at the river-bank
The last act of great disappearing,
Words will come back thereafter.