UNDEFINED

The day I left my home town

I started walking towards death.

The day I put my feet in the city

I started walking towards death.

I have experienced the darkness of neon lights.

I have felt the vacuum of words.

I have seen people walking, people running

People talking, people gossiping.

But I never found an evening

That touched my heart that way.

I am simply surviving in a way or other-

Sometimes earning, sometimes spending,

Sometimes jobless, sometimes pointless.

But that feeling has not occurred within

For more than two decades.

I am half-old now.

I live a life with undefined emotions.

It's not your eyes, lips or breasts

That I long for.

I long for a feeling that I left behind.

And that's utterly undefined.

For more than two decades

I haven't spent that undefined time.

The poets may call it love.

The authors may call it romance.

But I call it undefined moments of undefined emotions

That can only be felt within.

For more than two decades

I haven't spent that undefined time.

The day I left my home town

I started walking towards death.

The day I put my feet in the city

I started walking towards death.