Varanasi....

Waiting...

I saw him, seated on the floor , close to the enquiry counter at a railway station. His eyes were set deep within, there were many tell tale lines on his face, he lay down a carpet and peacefully and sat on the floor. He was not going to waste his time looking for a waiting room seat I suppose. There was an expression of distant calm on his face, but the expression his hands caught my attention first....

Alive...

You think that I am alive
So full of life to give
Oh! No you don’t know
I died inside a long time before
Before I knew I had.

All of this is unreal;You will not know why
You can only try
To understand why……
I cry

I’m choking to death
I know you can’t see
You can only place the wreath
And claim you cried a sea,

I need to breathe free
You used to provide that escape
You not know where I am
Or how I have come to be

I can’t change the sign for you
The warning was for you
You chose to ignore
The clue that was meant for you

You despise me I know
Coz you know yours I can never be,
I can’t belong
Coz I do not belong.