Lost....

A special occasion warrants a special poem..Thinking about you, my Muse..On your Special Day....


Lost....

Why do I feel so Lost,
As if I'm standing on the Edge..
On the Line that separates
Agony from Ecstasy....

Am I feeling them both,
Or am I blissfully Numb?
What is this feeling..
Novel and yet as old as time..

Why am I smiling and yet crying
I'm not even aware of what I want to do
Thinking about you is both pleasure and pain
I'm rediscovering myself through You..

Its mesmerizing, its exhilarating
Its captivating to be with you
Do not know how to do without this..
Losing myself to you is Dangerous....