Friday, February 6, 2015

The impostor


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I am an impostor
A pretender
Calling myself
Everything
The body,
The mind,
And the soul
Where as you
The real ‘I’ is hidden
Inside me,
A silent spectator,
And a mute witness
To my foolishness.

Masquerading in arrogance
In my temporary unreal garb
I grope in the darkness of my mind
As the true self
Wasting my precious human life
At the altar of desires
Making no attempt to know you
Though you reside in me
Till my last breath

I die
When the shell dies
You the real ‘I’
Is undying
Carrying with you my baggage
Of many sins and a few good
To find a new shell, a new form
Determined for me by my baggage.
On my unending
Journeys of births and deaths





10 comments:

  1. Very meaningful poetry. ' I die
    When the shell dies
    You the real ‘I’
    Is undying
    Carrying with you my baggage
    Of many sins and a few good
    To find a new shell, a new form
    Determined for me by my baggage.
    On my unending
    Journeys of births and deaths'
    We always forget this.

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  2. Very Meaningful indeed!
    It is always 'I', 'me' & 'myself', this will nvr change

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  3. Very deep and yes, beautiful as well!

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  4. Namaste....
    Profound
    Reverting
    Thought provoking.
    I like
    thanks for sharing.

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  5. loved the way u put it up. beautiful

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  6. Beautiful and profound poem. Throughout our lives we remain too engrossed in our day to day stuff to look for the real "I". I am happy that Sunita's post on her blogging journey directed me to your blog.

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