I am dormant, I am sleeping
In ailments of body,
When soul is entrapped in constraints of the time.
My heart becomes deaf
And my spirit is weeping
When days passing by
Without senses of mine.
I am motionless, frozen
While waiting for calling,
For the spark, inspiration will bring to my life,
To strip of the moments that forced
And not chosen,
To end of the consciousness’ ultimate strife.
I am tired and lost
And practically breathless,
When lived through the hell
And aged in a day.
I want to break free from being so helpless,
I want to ignite, to live and to pray.