Mohit Sharma aka Unbound - Am I alive…?
Mohit Sharma aka Unbound is a writer who
loves to add life into the forgotten facts of the life itself. He believes that
writing is the strongest form of expressive art which can be incubated from one
mind to another. Mohit has written his first anthology with the title 'the
beginning...!’ He is currently working on his non-fiction novel, 'the beginning
of an end'. He loves to write in both English and Hindi. He has been awarded
1st Runner up in the Global Poetry forum award for his poem, Am I alive. Mohit
is a part-time guitar player and loves to play outdoors.
Am I alive…?
On a confused morning, I woke up in a hurry,
Maybe it was a hangover of that nightmare that sets me on a flurry.
I saw myself struggling for a laugh or even for a smile,
My artificial happiness is due to materialism that is standing tall on
an undue debt pile.
I saw myself struggling to lend my care to a needy.
I doubt whether am I slowly turning to be an enduring greedy.
Never forgot to check my virtual social status and conversation,
Something fake exists for sure, which on me is gaining the domination.
In that blind race, I am nothing but a baffled desperate mind
Don’t know what to achieve still walking in a direction undefined.
Couldn't recollect the last time when I saw those blinking stars in the sky.
Those days of childhood were good, when I could set my imagination to
fly.
I am sharing my innermost appalling to all, unconditionally and maybe
free,
Don’t have enough time to share, the moments of my unforeseen glee.
Being miser as an appreciator, I am blindly enjoying my role as a critic,
Not able to listen to that true inner voice, as something went wrong to
my psyche acoustic.
Turning numb towards the feeling of love so as with its perusal,
It’s even becoming bulky for me to differentiate amid the fake and
real.
Afraid of loosing my phony identity within that virtual world of mine,
Not able to justify my existence yet living with a hope for my darker side to
shine.
My happiness is crying for being lost upon, even in the shape of small
packets.
Don’t know for what I am waiting, thus to break my life’s own
claustrophobic brackets.
My body is working fine and so
is my brain,
Yet feeling frozen and suffering from an unidentified pain.
I am slowly breaking the hangover to let myself overcome that strife,
It was not a nightmare but a harsh reflectance of my own day to day life.
I am carrying myself knowingly to nowhere with a hope to get thrive,
Lost myself again somewhere, leaving an unrequited question that “Am I alive…?”