Who Am I, What Am I
Who Am I, What Am I
I am drama
I am, keep you guessing
You keep scratching your head
Some divine apsaras want to smash my teeth, inside out
I am the pain in the neck
They want to make my churan
I am the height of being the top of the tops, Nautanki - expert in giving acting performance any time, anywhere
I am the blowing wind
I am Mast Maskra – we make fun of you, but do not humiliate you, insult you
I am also soul
I am also sound
I am also the one
I am I
I keep the veil, over the depth of my existence
I am the blaze of the Sun
In the era of today, I am Nalla – day dreamer in the comfort and luxury of our home
I am also a poet
I am the essence of poetry of the Kavitas, Kalpanas, as well
I also just tread on one single beaten track
I am jovial in heart and mind
I am also angry
I am also peaceful
I am also soul, I am also Guru
I am also the bad boys
I am also the height of being, the top of the tops, Nautanki
I am also the player
I am also, we will not mend our ways
When we did not get spoilt, so how can we mend our ways
I am also force
I am also polite
Who am I, what am I, even I have not been able to decode fully
This is different era, different time
If someone can understand me, do let me know also
I bow in respect with folded hands
To the Devis, Mahadevis and the Anchors, the four directions
I offer my devoted homage to all, in all four directions
I am I, the only one of the kind
I do not point fingers at others
To point fingers is to abuse others
I do mast maskra, we make fun, but don’t insult you
I am also Nalayak – we do nothing and enjoy the life to the full, because of divine grace and Maa and Pa
We are the loved ones of the destiny
I am not Tamasha – we are not show off
I am the epitome of Shyness and turn in to an ocean of shyness
I am the liar
But I do not make false vows
We are the naughty beetles
I am also the script writer
Only, I forget my own script
This is the only shortfall in me
My regard and respect to the sons and daughters of the Michaels of the game
The players of the game
The masters of the game
The sound of the words of the soul, is in the cosmos
You heard the words, from the voice, of the Angels, the Davids, the Dynamos, of the game
The players of the game
The masters of the game
The Angels, the Davids, the Dynamos, of the game, can not recite the volumes from their mind
The sounds of the cosmos put the words in their mind to recite them to you
In their voice and from the pencil of the commentators
The sound of the words of the soul in the cosmos
Now stands confirmed, in the written words of the poem
Of the one, of the mind, of the soul
My regard and respect to all the players of the game
The masters of the game
I am I
Do not go anywhere yet
The picture is still to get over, my friend
The final is yet to be played
It is the script that is being played out in the world today
We will see – in time
Let the belief of the soul, the truth of the soul, come forth - in time
Soul is Cosmic
We are Cosmic - We are, We all
The final is yet to be played
I am I
Jai Hind, Shivay, Mahadev