I wrote this poem while I was given a tour of a prospective college that I wanted to apply to. They kept on enlisting the merits of joining there the laurels they had got, the prestige of being an alumni.. the usual drill. All the while I was drifting elsewhere. I really don’t know what happened that day. It was along time ago. They had given us a notepad and pen as part of the welcome package. By the end of the session this is what ended up on my page.
SILENT TIMES
There are times when you don’t feel yourself,
When you find that there are things that cannot be explained.
There are times when you don’t feel yourself,
When you say things you mean but mean nothing to others.
There are times when you don’t feel yourself,
When you see things that others only occasionaly see.
There are times when you don’t feel yourself,
When you feel neglected when you really aren’t.
There are times when you don’t feel yourself,
When you sit under the sun yet darkness surrounds you.
There are times when you don’t feel yourself,
When you want to cry tears just don’t seem to come.
There are times when you don’t feel yourself,
When you are accompanied by millions but supported by none.
There are times when you don’t feel yourself,
When your body is at rest but your mind is restless.
There are times when you don’t feel yourself,
When your life seems endless but time is fleeting.
There are times when you don’t feel yourself,
When you are surrounded by happiness but you find yourself plunged into sadness.
There are times when you don’t feel yourself,
When times just go on and you find no time to ponder on these going times.
Word Hues 