Feeling superannuated……
Yet the untamed mind refuses to idle.
The painful weakness grips every limb
And a mournful cry remains unuttered;
I want a release, a freedom to be myself,
Yet every move seems superfluous, and
At the same time inadequate, unbearable.
This excruciating torture of being hollow,
Of being reduced to empty nothingness,
Gnaws ant my heart and rends the soul.
Deliver me, deliver my mind, I want to be free……..
Let me live, body and soul, and feel life as it is.
The sunny days decide to have a peep into my room,
The golden rays make delightful images on the wall,
And I lay groaning in my bed, deprived of freedom…
I can’t stand at the window to listen to the birds’ call.
I twist and turn and try hard to cast aside the fever,
Which grabs my hands and feet in a strong icy grip,
And burns up my body in a fiery blaze of torture…
My mind can’t work as thoughts seem to fall and slip.
Menacing weird shapes keep haunting my slumber…
And endless nights are threatened with nightmares…
Lying in bed, I find my days dull and nights sombre,
Idleness wraps up the mind and body in countless layers.
May I be delivered from this tormenting existence?
May I be able to bear these days with calm patience?
