Often

I often find myself sleepless in stormy nights,

just still - breathing cold

with my eyes steering through the darkness

and my soul; sold.

Listening to the silence that follows,

it plays like a song I once knew

and while the music runs

I get lost in the note.

I often have a dream -

colorful and serene,

it draws me out in the open -

where I am not me.

Is this passion? or is this an abyss?

Too often I am lost at heart!

What am I searching for? Where is my path?

I am in a rift that’s tearing me apart.

Worlds apart, I often feel both worlds -

here, the pain is real...

and in my quest to find solace,

I battle my ordeals.

Often, too often

I am lost at heart!

Obsessed with this feeling -

in love with this witchcraft.

- Rishabh Arora