By Sharanyaa S
Oh, where are you?
I keep my hand on my chest,
I feel my heart beating,
yet not alive, not truly.
Oh, where are you?
I can feel my lungs expanding,
as I inhale a large amount of air,
yet not alive, not truly.
Oh, where are you?
Oh, where have I lost you?
Are you lost in the chaos of
Internal tornadoes?
Or are you lost in the crowds
of the carnival?
Oh, where have I lost you?
Are you hidden deep inside
the corners of my heart?
Or are you dispersed in the
thoughts of others?
Oh, where are you?
I can hear my laughter,
I have not lost my happiness,
yet not alive, not truly.
Oh, where are you?
I can see me doing my work,
I am improving day by day,
yet not alive, not truly.
Oh, where are you?
Oh, where have I lost you?
Are you lost in the sea of
past memories?
Or, are you lost in the vast
ocean of infinite possibilities?
Oh, where have I lost you?
Are you lost in the projections
of other people?
Or, are you lost in the weight
of your own expectations?
Oh, where are you?
I am existing, day by day,
keeping all my fears at bay,
yet not alive, not truly.
Oh, where are you?
I am trying to live on,
just another day,
yet not alive, not truly.
Oh, where are you?
Oh, where have I lost you?
Are you lost in the fears of
sadness and pain?
Or are you lost in the worries of
how things could have been?
Oh, where have I lost you?
Are you lost in the
opinions of others?
Or are you lost in the
judgements of your own self?
Oh, where are you?
I am craving for your comfort,
I am craving for your company,
I want to live, truly.
Oh, where are you?
I am missing your joy,
I am missing your uniqueness,
I want to live, truly.
Oh, where are you?
Oh, will you please return to me?
I am willing to make efforts,
I am willing to listen to you.
I am willing to not abuse you,
I am willing to treat you kindly.
So, will you please return to me?
I will let you be your authentic self,
I will let you be whoever you want.
I will allow you to live your life,
to the fullest, completely.
Oh, where are you?
I want to listen to your heart,
beating to the music you make.
I want to listen to your humming
without the judgement for perfection.
I want to live, truly.
Oh, where are you?
I want to see your excitement,
the sparkles in your eyes,
when you do something you like,
I want to live, truly.
Oh, where are you?
I am yearning for you,
I am desperate for your company,
I want to live, truly, desperately,
So, please...
Please, come back home,
Come back to me.