Missing Persons

I don't know where I am.

I should be right here, 

but hours have gone by to days

and still I have not called. 

I have considered calling the police

to organize a search party

to find my missing self

but the line is static

and I have no voice.

I will wait another hour

at this place where I am

supposed to be-

the more I wait

the more I worry-

Something terrible has happened to me. 

Reviews

[Clockwork]

What I have come to like in the short time I have read your work is your more subtle cleverness. you achieve a great deal with clean and simple images. The undercurrent here is frantic and raw. I like how your perspective almost splits in two so one can see the fear of the journey and concern of the speaker shows juxtaposed.

[Ishan Sadwelkar]

I suggest you to read a poem-book by one of India's greatest modern poets -
Adil Jussawala. The book is called "the Missing Person".

You will love it. It'll blow you away!

PS> about you - you're nice and frank, hard hitting and sensible. A rather smart poet.