Fragments

I sit here unmoving, unthinking, un-thought of

And watch things transforming, moving and melting away into oblivion.

I stare at people watching these transformations all by themselves,

I gaze into their eyes and find nothing but vacuum of an empty existence,

Or fumes of an ever-fading, sometimes ignorant past.

I think of relationships that made me and some that were made by me,

And feel them vanishing away from my clutches as granules of sand.

I dream of deafening silences and indolent nothingness,

Then watch these dreams fading into vapours of reality.

Strange, I see myself…

Watching, dreaming, feeling, fading and melting into that unknown.

What am I? A mere dot on the margin of other lives?

Or a shadow of a reality falling apart with the darkness of each passing second?

I wish I knew…

What am I?

NOTE: While searching for some papers inside the cupboard, found these lines that I had scribbled in an old notebook . A friend had typed this and kept it in the form of my manuscript with a collection called  ‘Silent Echoes’ .