Friday 29 March 2013

Questioning My Existence

I sometimes lie awake at night
To brood at my own self
Queries bubble up in my mind
Like who the heck am I?
All of a sudden the world seems so strange
As if I don’t even belong here
I question my very existence
And that of those around me
I wonder what’s going on
Even the things which seemed so normal previously
Now seem so unsightly
But before I am able to delve deeper in to my thoughts
One thing or another breaks them apart
 And thus snaps me out of it
The world which I felt I had departed from
Seems to call me back to it
I reluctantly wake up from my thoughts
Returning to my former self
Smiling at the thought that I had gone crazy
In doing my chores I get busy