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.
Your poem seems to me a wonderful expression of the 'Who am I' crisis. Something i can completely relate to.
ReplyDeleteIt is an eternal question we all seek an answer to. I am glad you are asking youself that question. You are aware of the crisis. Someone very sensible once said to me, 'awareness is only the beginning of a crisis' I hope you find your answers.
Just one thing i'd like to add..you begin with 'Sew together all the moments in a string' which is beautiful but why the vultures? why the snapped string?
Awesome!! deep ....
ReplyDeleteMeghana : Thnx so much!
ReplyDeleteNisha: Thanks for taking time and posting an elaborate comment of my blog.
'Stringing together all the moments' refer to life itself & each moment is a pearl.
Vultures refer to death. In the end, when i come face to face with death...all i'll have with me is a broken life & lost moments - this is what the last few lines symbolize.
hii krish...
ReplyDeletevery good thoughts!!! keep it on..
Aarti