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Cast Away


Still now I dream of you
You are my inhibition
I don't know where you are ,how you are 
I still don't know

Beside the blue mountains
The swiftly flowing lonely oceans and deep black forests ....I dream of you
In search of your existence
I am shipwrecked...lost in this remote island
In the afternoon at times I see the ships set sail on the edge of horizon
Far away.... beyond the reach of my destiny

I am lonely and desolate 
I feel tired and dull 
Exasperated and awe struck I have lost hope, faith, trust, virtues and desires 
The sacrifices and peace of mind 
It feels as if I've lost life 

Is this what's called the journey of Life?
I guess not 
But I do know the path that leads to eternity
Eternity is beyond the journey of life

I still wonder when will I see the world the virtual  world 
I'm cast away by the phases of Time
Faded rusted and jaded I have lost my 'Self'

Twenty years had passed dear,
Still chasing you in my dreams
Longing , waiting, crying 
In this mad pursuit I have lost the gem of happiness

I surrender...
I love you more than ever
Although in this short span of Life
I will never ever find you 
Buy still now isolated
I can hear your distant voice echoing in this island
Daydreaming deep; sunk in nostalgia of  our love.

   
                                                Arunita Lahiry

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