Unlikely feeling!

Have I ever told?

Or ever tried to say; say the unsaid

Those stories in parts that I have treasured

For reasons unknown

Those events in full that are scribed in my mind

Showing me, the abyss of my forlornness!

The loneliness I shudder at, with all my fit

The one, I can’t stop cherishing with all the heat!

The events, memories, stories, all of them

And,

If I haven’t, it might be just a whim

That’s what you feel,

That’s what you tell, you yell!

But for me, it is neither a whim nor a surreal theme!

It is just that, I don’t feel and even if I do

I am too obscured to identify them

Too much lost in them, their nature

And what do I search?

I don’t know if I even do

And if I really do,

It’s not a cure that I want

Nothing of a demand, or any reprimand!

Might be I just want some silence

For my soul, for my being, my life, me

I need some time, some place

Where, you, he, she, them, has no outreach

Not even a bit on me

I want some seclusion

If you promise to grant me a wish

Wish upon stars,

In between the wars

Of my soul, thy soul and every other soul!