::Here I Am::

I wake up from the siesta of deadness
That had tranquilized me
With the splendor of silence

The freshness in the air
Engulfed my body
As if I were breathing for the first time
Like a reborn

Those were the days
That I spent like a prisoner of war
Shackled to exile from my own self

It does not matter now
How time may have ticked
Or how wrinkled my skin may have now become

I am still my old self
Although I fail to recognize
The reflection in the mirror
That is supposed to be of me

I am still moving on
In search of a younger me
To whom I could bequeath
The legacy of my unfulfilled dreams

The fields that once used to be green
Have now turned grey
Now only the carcasses of tree trunks remain unattended
Of the some seedling that I had planted and nurtured
As a child

The day is almost over
With some thunder clouds rushing to merge
Whispering gentle breezes
Across my face

I don’t really want to walk back home
After walking so far
I want to drown in the shower of raindrops
As if tomorrow is far to come…