The “sinking” mind…

Why I don’t feel any love,

Why I remember the fluttering dove,

The space in me begins to haunt,

Makes me do things I fear I daunt.

I feel the world pounces on me,

Why can’t they just let me be,

What makes me so vulnerable,

Transparent and sentimental?

Why is every tear questioned?

Why? Can I not cry?

Why I am feeling lost,

Sinking, but in no direction.

Why does the sunrise mock at me,

Why does every bloom smirk,

Where is the warmth?

Where is its fragrance?

Why am I stammering,

Suffocated and exasperating?

I need an ear,

Not to listen but to hear.

This too shall pass,

I know it shall,

All I want is faith and belief,

To forgive and to love again.

~

Nidhi