Is it a fragment of my imagination,
Or is it real and am I in fascination,
Oh, May be I am day dreaming,
A vision in a dream, and it is illuminating.
What ever phase I am in, it feels like a trance,
I am unable to make any sense,
Of my belonging and my essence,
Last of all, what I need is none of these nonsense.
So many years of living, a kind of life, has passed ,
Now another phase of living started,
And I start all over from the scratch,
To build everything over batch by batch.
Stages of life passed and somehow in a slow pace,
I seem to have crossed relevance of time and space,
Do these haunt my inner self and my mind,
This question is deep down and it is making me blind.
Obvious to the fact, that I restored,
My esteem, my entity, myself and all what I adored,
Oblivious to the passage of time this while,
I became absorbed by a lonely maiden’s smile.
And I still wonder whether it is a wild fragmentation,
Of my over enthusiastic imagination,
Or is it real, in my life not a fabrication,
Will some body pinch me, just for a realisation.