Lost again

Last day of the year, like a day this year has also reached an end. Today evening has something special in her hands, everyone one is waiting for it and wanted to celebrate the commencement of New Year. But for me I don’t know what would I say and for what am I waiting? Evening seems same and nothing to celebrate it. New Year doesn’t seem new, its carrying remnants from the old year again. I know when people read my poetry they will say it’s not true for everyone. I do agree with others its darker side of the day but maybe I am lost again in the darkness of this last day. There is no reason behind that, and no one have made me think again, it’s me, only me who ponder a lot about the things as per my name. Maybe it’s just my name that is forcing me to think again.

Lost again, it’s hard sometimes to deal with reality when we are so much involved in a fantasy world,

When house made of playing card just broke down with the breeze of wind then you realized it’s not fun anymore,

Sometimes we want to leave our imprints behind us, so people can remember our existence,

But sometimes we forgot about true things, and all the time our footprints are washed away by tides, and then we realize it’s not possible on seashore,

Lost again to understand why I am lost again, there is a clear sky then why would I expecting the rain,

Why am I elongating the things, even I know things don’t have resistance, and they would not last in that way?

Lost and found are two faces of a coin, then why I have never noticed, for me both are same just like an ending day,

 Lost again, when the reasons are undefined, and their definition is more complicated and vague,

When your clock is on time even though you feel sometimes you are getting late,

You feel like a loser sometimes, but you have already won everything for yourself in time,

It’s true each victory is not yours, just a move to make more new moves and still a lot to win but for now there is nothing to say mine,

Celebration has just started everywhere, and getting more intense as the night gets older,

Everyone is lost, some of them are like me and some of them are lost in music, and imbibing themselves in the glass of wine,

But lost thinking and lost thoughts still have to find the place for them; they have to carry themselves to another year,

They don’t know about the coming year, New Year is still a mystery for them but they hope for something new my dear.