Do you know
Who I am?
Who I am
Even I do not know.
I do not know anymore
Who am I?

 Life's whizzing by,
No count of days and nights
Dates, I know. Days, too.
But all in between is lost.
Like, my being and all my moments.


25 today, 50 tomorrow
What will stay?
What will go?
All Everything except me


There is nothing I can do but
Sew together all the moments in a string.


Now as I wait for vultures with unblinking eyes
The molten pearls clutched in my hands
Remind me


Of the snapped string


Of me.