When i am alone....

This is one of my earliest poems...which i have found out
for a friend of mine...written sometimes 3 years back..



Who is this breathing in me,
residing in me, but i can't see.
I talk to him,
when i am alone..
and ask " Why aren't you born??"

He just nods his head
and says what he has already said..
" I am not that bad".
so dont feel it with your head,
dive a little deep in your heart,
and you will find me in your every part.

Yes i flow in your veins..
yes i rule from your brain...

But he tends to confuse me,
whenever I try to think free.

He says,
thats your bad luck
..if you can't feel my work..

Well I am your own soul,
mending your heart's hole..
and the reason I am not born
is to make you think..
WHEN YOU ARE ALONE...