Lost with the train of thought that slipped it’s track lost with the rest and gone without a trace lost in the abyss of a mind vibrant with thoughts lost in the labyrinth never again to be seen A poem I lost forever, never to be found again!
Writing about oneself is a hard thing for me. Because I keep discovering many sides to myself. Still exploring the nooks and corners of my psyche. Till now, I’ve found that each attempt to define myself is futile, as I find myself transcending that definition, that boundary every time I define one. Here goes another attempt.Professionally, I’m an Actor. I discover a different aspect of myself, my emotions and my memories each time a play a role. I feel like a different person in front of the camera. I’m me but I’m not me. It’s a wonderful feeling best experience on stage.My very first début on stage was a magic show at the age of 4. Then I started acting in plays. Then got into the film industry after completing my Graduate degree in Psychology, Economics and Sociology. I’ve acted in around 9 movies till now. In the Indian films of languages Hindi and Kannada.
Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
And with a gust of defeat; the future seems familiar. Has the oneness forgotten about me? The interconnectedness of futile Embellishments followed by straights of garbage, lack-luster trash, soul-less sirens of shit-laced spines, irrelevance, trains without brakes. Exposure, death, the
Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.