Someone is looking for me,
I can sense a soul,
Lost like my own,
Somewhere in this void.

I can hear the sounds-
I cant make out the words,
I can sense the pain,
And I can feel my tears.

Somone is calling-
Searching for me
I am rooted
I can't help.

I'm wandering apoplectic,
When smoke clouds my mind,
My eyes are burnt raw,
How can I look for you ?

I can hear a call,
A plea to revive death,
Perhaps its a spirit,
If so; I must move on.

Shilpa Iyer