I know not why it happened? br Writing poems were my passion... br is it my joy and sorrow I shared with passion? br Is it I kept myself engaged with passion? br Is it reading poems and posting comments were my passion? br Is it meeting you all were my passion? br Is it a sort of addiction sprinkled my passion? br I know not why it happened? br br I feel a sort of numbness fenced me. br May be my heart lost its desire to speak out. br For my hands never stopped writing poems br But little hesitated I became in posting my poems. br I wanted to cross my fence and come out br Each steps I took to come out to reach the gate of my fence br My hands reached the gate but my steps took me backward. br I know not why it happened? br br Today, neither I want to be happy nor to be sad. br I just feel like taking a dip in ocean of calmness. br Off load all the burdens of the past. br For I just want to float in water br Feel as light as the little fishes that swim in water. br Just feel like flying in air like the tiny birdie. br br Just close my eyes and br Just feel the inner self br And remain silent from all br Remain silent from everything. br I know not why it happened? br br May be I just wanted to keep my thoughts away from everything.