(
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
Very meaningful poetry. ' I die
ReplyDeleteWhen 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.
Very Meaningful indeed!
ReplyDeleteIt is always 'I', 'me' & 'myself', this will nvr change
profound!!
ReplyDeleteNo doubt-pretenders we are.
ReplyDeleteVery deep and yes, beautiful as well!
ReplyDeleteNamaste....
ReplyDeleteProfound
Reverting
Thought provoking.
I like
thanks for sharing.
Deep poem with meaning!
ReplyDeleteHow deeply beautiful.
ReplyDeleteloved the way u put it up. beautiful
ReplyDeleteBeautiful 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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