Video: Is my essence just a delusion?

By Niraj Chag

There was a season when my steps were unwavering
Within me was this ocean
That would repair and cure me of all my pains
But at the passing of time
I am no longer certain of my hearts integrity
The days of my youth
Now only an abstract memory

Is my essence just a delusion?
How long do I submit to such a night
Where dreams are shattered
And mine forsake me
My silent cries reveal stains of my memory

Everything is fragmented its falling apart
Yet perfectly connected, attached, aligned in my heart

A collage of hopes I had commissioned from within
Were denied me and blotted out
They cannot understand my lifes journey

So I alone must complete it