The hazy yet beautiful sight of a foggy winter night..
A melodious music is playing by the fireside;
The wind is gently swaying the wooden swings;
There is a smoking combination food and drinks lying around the table;
My jolly mates are having a rambling conversation;
The night is illuminated by the glowing faces and their cheers sound as if making a symphony.
While I am sitting here just as casually as the rest, except –
My feet don’t tap to the same songs anymore,
Neither the air soothes me nor the swings call me for a ride,
I smell the delicacies but I lost my appetite long back,
The chattering is audible but the words are unfamiliar,
As unnoticed as an owl in the dark, I am sitting here with burning eyes and a smile,
And a smile? Its as unreal as the hope of survival in a sea storm.
No, I did not die;
I am just not here.
~ Sanjana S. Laddha
You are there, but you are not there. How long have you been away from yourself? Let me know it 🙂