UNKNOWN FEELING

I see feelings fluttering 

Walking across chattering

To get entrapped 

Within the tentacles of strangers

I too stand and stare their way 

But like every other day

I return all unfeelingfulness

Well sad and subdued

The wait and waiting 

Are my transitory deaths

I cannot claim  

What are meant for others

I cant be others

For i am their own

And so my way goes alone

I curse myself

And see towards the void

Till stars start their play

And i watch them all 

They are happy go lucky

While they enjoy 

I am the spectator 

For they capitalise upon 

For i pay the pampered persons

By watching their dirty games

And feel their actions to be feelingful

 Among my unfeelingness

S.P.SINGH

DAV