Stranger in my own life..

Let me sleep till the raindrops dry...
For the wind blew through the strange streets of heaven..
Paradox are the blocks the roads built in as even...
Questions never seem to cease and screams are with a cry...

Let me close my eyes till the summer's weary...
For the emotions went underground to swing on the roots of aspen..
Memories are just a grey smoke now smeared and broken...
Imagination are slow now, has lost its chivalry...

Let me rest till the dry leaves fly...
For the fire seemed to have been bed ridden...
romance has become the fertilizer for the unsmitten...
Passions non existent now, wonder if it existed at all in the foundry..

Let me hide till the world will lose its sly...
For my life seem to have become a land alien and foreign..
Existence is now just a act of reaction and written...
Friendly faces seem to faint... where am i in ancestry?

Let me sleep till the next day comes by...
where the wind of fire will blow through the known streets of heaven..
Alive i shall be, and passion will burn like haven...
Pride and joy will fill my soaring heart and shut the buffoonary..

Let me take a nap till the soul wakes up and fly...
For i am a stranger in my own life as an alien...
Remembering and reminding myself of who iam and what to win and When...
Glory and Freedom, Liberty and Leadership is what i need to apply...

Let Me wake up as the words register in air and as i sigh...
Who am i ... Who am i?? have i fallen?
Vision or wisdom, am i following them even?
Stranger in my own life...Yes Stranger but why??

Nidhish