LIFE BUT A MIRAGE

There was a time when silences made conversations,
Silences gave joy and satisfaction.
Now, silences are the dread of life
Making every moment miserable.

I lost what I could never achieve,
I lost myself from a point that I could never reach.

I sought to climb mountains and cross the seas,
And to tread even the most difficult way
But as I started off, a mere gust of wind swept me away.

I don’t realize when these drops so insignificant
Roll down my cheeks, making everything so faint.
My lifeless existence is devoid of any feeling,
Yet this living corpse of mine feels the pain.

The storm in the desert makes my vision blurred,
In the heat of agony, I’m churned.
The cruel hands of time grab away illusion
Even in the heat, feeling remain frozen.

Reality grins on this piteous impasse,
And whatever I see is nothing but a mirage.
I am forced to follow the way –
Even when on the sand I can see imprints of dismay.

I run violently,
From sorrows, from joys,
From people, from life,
From my ownself and from everybody.

Whom should I approach, what should I complain
What is to ignore; what is to claim?
Everyone is right in his own sense, yet I’m wrong
Within is guilt, on me remains the blame.