At Your Door Step

Trapped 

Among moments holding hands

Surrounding all around me

For past many lives 

Or more

Time has already escaped 

Leaving moments behind

Prisoner among 

High spiked barbed wired fence 

This empty void 

Silence 

Darkness 

Loneliness 

I am stuck here

like a dust particle 

thrown by winds 

but it all seems same to me

Its all empty

Pitch black 

Then bright white light

blinding me

Deafening silence 

So loud at times 

I cant cover my ears

I got no hands

I got no ears 

I have no eyes

I have no body

Suspended in this void 

I exist as me

Suddenly I turns to stone 

At your door step

An ordinary broken

lying in one corner 

with a desire 

one day you might see me

one day you might pick me

one day you might hold me

even if you then

throw me away

I am happy

Just being a stone

because

It's YOUR door step 

© Asma Kareem

Nov 17, 2013