LOST

BY-B.S.L.Keshav

My eyes seem to stare upon some random thing in front of them.

Irrespective of the reason, irrespective of the purpose, they just examine in the same direction,

Without any swaying and without any diversion.

Despite being aware that my thoughts have gone nil and the time is going waste,

My mind helplessly holds within itself a dilemma and a conflict, whether to be solemn or not,

While viewing in the same random thing with utmost focus.

At that time, the same eyes, which rather belong to me, seem they are actually not,

As they do not obey my guidance, do not cast around elsewhere as per my wish and are rather ignorant of the duration,

For which they would be sighting the same random object, without any boredom or drear.

They do not even know that the body (from which they are inseparable) has gone frozen, has got stationary and has assumed the look of a statue.

I do not know whether they have the slightest clue about the present condition of their body’s surroundings.

I do not think they actually bother about the activities of other’s eyes, belonging to other bodies.

I think these eyes, which are actually mine have turned ignorant, illiterate, sluggish and irresponsible, by giving importance to that cursed random object.

I myself know that my brain, which controls these eyes would have turned blank while such a random object is observed.

I myself can give an illustration to myself about the inevitable existence of some reason, which is prodding me to fall into this trance for a while.

I myself would be able to confront my preoccupied mind as well as my face suffused with a plain expression if the random object would have been a plain mirror.

I myself assume that my mind has reached its critical limit of musing over the same unknown issue for a long duration,

That causes it to go blank for the time being, thus permitting my eyes to keep peering at that random object.

I myself know that this state of my mind is not permanent, it is bound to be broken, either by myself or somebody else,

When his or her eyes meet mine that had gone ceased abruptly many moments ago.

I myself am aware that my determination would wake me up, land me up into taking a firm resolution in order to resolve this particular issue,

That is supposed to be erased off my mind either by revealing it or by keeping it a secret, as it has been before.

I myself know that if I would gain back my consciousness somehow, I might say to myself either mentally or verbally, “I do not know why I am LOST? Right into the depths of the world of my own.”

THEME:

The intention of this text is to convey those lonely moments of people when they are under perplexity and their minds are preoccupied with their private issues, they are engrossed about. Excessively reflecting such issues for a long time causes people to tend to go into a trance having acquired a thoughtful state of mind. When the solution for such issues does not penetrate our mind, we tend to go blank, muse and enter into a half-conscious state. The above-mentioned text attempts to portray such moments of a man’s life when we just get LOST, thinking about our hurdles and certain pressing matters.