Dawn is yet to come and night has not wiped out yet,
Sleep is not in my eyes, but the build is yet to recover.
Dreams are yet to complete, but still I can feel the breeze,
I am in between of awaking and buried deep,
Entities are ambiguous around me or I am not certain about surrounding of me.
Nothing to think, but still the pain of hallucination on the chest.
I do not know is I am awake of sleep,
All occurrences are going round and round,
I am going round and round and all around.
Between all these uncertainty, cloudy and smoky, hazy, muddy around me,
Even I do not know that is I am on land or in the sky,
Going upward or downward, getting upgrade or downgrade.
Expectations are churning me or ambitions are skimming me.
But In all these storm and typhoon, there is one anchor,
On which I can trust and believe,
That is I am.
I know I can come out from all these,
All puzzles around me I will arrange,
Just I need time, to recollect me,
Time to rebuild me, time to fabricate me.
I need just time, a bit time. A tiny time,
Then I will come out, like sunshine,
Like armor, like glory, like legend ,
I will not only come out for me, but for you too,
Till then just cross your fingers,
Just trust me, just believe me,
I am coming back, I am coming,
I am about to rise.