Just like the wind,
Roughly whistling
Making its way through trees
Curving itself to tiny swirls,
I lay down thinking.
Who am I?
Deep thoughts,
Deep thought,
What am I?
For which my mind tries to connect,
I disconnect
Social platforms,
Parties, Friends , Online
Great pictures.
Oh Wonderful memories,
For I have none to hold on to.
It either burnt,
Washed away by flood,
Or just something I want to forget.
Depressing,
Horrifying,
Traumatising
What is the word I am looking for?
I can't control,
No I can't, for what I have is what I call a "friend".
Or a foe.
I don't know,
I don't know,
For I just am merely someone.
One. It matters.
Confused, lost.
Understand
Is what I ask from you.
Understand my lad,
Understand.
For this is just not a poem,
But feelings poured in One.
