I am standing,
in the decisive bent,
With lots of undesirable questions.

I am walking
in the lost paths,
With fragments of myriad thoughts.

I am losing
the fight
With my own desires million times.

I am dreaming
again in day
With a hope to live it again in ages.

I am percolating
through the time,
With a conviction to find those lost moments.

I am roaming
like a cursed monk
With a remembrance of my lost gods.

I am suffocating
in my own silence,
With a wish to shatter the cage to pieces.