Hmm...

I look towards the grey sky, the floating clouds there abound,
The gentle breeze moving them, they are just like - lost n found,
Sinking into the deep within, memories are floating by,
Somethings look lively enough, still a missing feeling is thereby,
Symphony turns into cacophony, brightness leads to darkness,
Like drenched in chilling rain, feet routed in the ground,
Unable to hear in the splashing sound, the lost me making sound,
What I take as victory peals, is the sobbing self within reveals,
Standing in the known crowd, still making the self alone,
It is all real or illusion, the sound melancholy or confusion,
The body is to be wasted, soul is to be released,
Still thinking as though taking all, all thats around me,
And ultimately when the time comes, I am the only one,
The uniting of the soul has come, with almighty I become one,
Its again the clouds sound, the feeling remains sound,
What hav I lost n what hav I found, alone in crowd is my destiny abound,
And waiting for God to say - Lost n found.