I have coined subtle words, <br />Framed robust sentences <br />And idioms unique <br />In my private fantasy but <br />They miserably ditch me <br />At the fateful moment <br />When I wish to confide that <br />‘I belong.’ <br /> <br />Carefully pronounced words fizzle out <br />Under the feather-weight <br />Of nocturnal dreams <br />Nourished in the womb <br />Of a barren Autumn. <br /> <br />Faint beams of a pestering hallucination <br />Giggle mischievously <br />When I don’t know <br />What is what? <br /> <br />I have rehearsed in vain <br />Ridiculous postures <br />And carefully designed dialogues <br />In the privacy of my greenroom, <br />For I cannot look eye to eye <br />When most wanted.<br /><br />R.K Das<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-i-belong/
