Lost Kite

31st May '13

Just feel so lost somedays

Like I belong nowhere

Not even to myself

Like I’m a drifting kite

With cut strings

Trying to merge myself

Match my colour

To the terrains

I drift over

When the wind doesn’t blow

I seek a cote in corners

On treetops,

And tangles of the city wires

I get wet in rain

I get torn

I get patches of dirt

I’m a drifter

Of the sky

I’m a piece of paper

From the tree

I’m a wanderer

Who got lost

And then died.