Oblivion

Fighting deep inside the mind

Tangled in the trenches of polemics

Diving in cavernous oceans, seeking treasures

Oh, where am I?

Lost in oblivion?

Confused, Doubtful and trying to think

Still ending nowhere

Sometimes happy, blissful

At the other moment blue

Oh, where am I? Give a clue.

Somewhere out of this world?

Somewhere in the past or at a place new?

Oh, is this nothingness, is this oblivion?     

Many a times we are unable to speak what we wish to say. We want to express something to the person we like so much but can't gather the enough courage required for that. We hope our message to reach the person by itself, the wind being the messenger in between. But this happens so rarely and our message seldom reaches its destination.

WIND

What I saw, I say to the wind

And I hope that the wind would carry it

And speak my message to the person,

To the one it’s meant to be.

But the wind doesn’t act as I wish

It stops motion, comes to a standstill

Neither my message reaches, nor comes any reply

And helpless I stand, waiting for the wind to comply.