‘ I ’, a mystery that lurks me day and night,
Life is a set of questions unanswered.
Still we live and die in this world
With out knowing who I am.
Why I live in this world?
Who are these people around us?
Neither I know the answer
Nor the people around me knows.
Why I love some one?
Why some one should love me?
Why I hate and why some one hates me?
Its still unresolved as to the motive and the role.
Often I sleep and
seldom am awake
But still I dont know
Whether the world is real or fake
What belongs to me?
My Body or My Soul.
Who made this Body?
Who spirits this soul?
I Pretend to live my life
As if I am eternal
Still I dont like to remember
That I also have to die.
I will be sad and I will be happy
I will be possessive and I will be egoistic
I will plead for privacy
But we dont know why we require to be
Who is this mother and Who is this father
Who is this wife and who are these friends
Who is this God whom I often prays
They are virtual or are they real
I doubt my existence
I doubt my life
I doubt my world
I doubt my people
I dont want anyone,
I want to become what I am
I want to get out of this simulation
And free myself to the Ultimate
Release me from this cage of flesh
Release me from these personal bondages
Release is due, today or tomorrow
I have to wait for the due date till it comes.
I am living without knowing who I am
I am living assuming myself to be some one else
But I still live and will die in this world
With out knowing ‘Who I am”?
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4 comments:
Great one man....touch of a philosopy in it....
Its nice to see you getting into a poetic groove. :) ... I really appreciate the concept. You should be writing more.
Great work Renjith!!! You sound like a philosopher!!!! Would love to read more...
renjith such a poem coming at this time of life ?..its good ..reflexive.. and i know u didnt write it to get it reviewed still felt like responding.
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