Poetry

In hunt of self

The wind that can’t bring your voice to me
Cries on its inability
I don’t know why its inability irks me most

Beautiful blooms which teach me smiling
Miss their traces on my lips
I don’t know why they don’t influence me anymore

My memory reminds me its failure
in forgetting you
I don’t know why I appreciate it on its failure

My subconscious that is soaked in your promises
restlessly gropes for the practicality of your words
I don’t know why I am defeated by my subconsciousness!

Wish I could know what all is happening to me!
I don’t find myself in me!
I wish I could restore myself in me!
Sun, do fill me with your warmth

@Raji❤