Who Am I ?
Who Am I ?
Early in the morning, I was lying in my couch and looking into vacuum aimlessly,
A random question crept into my naked mind, “Who am I?”
Am I in a long dream of an idler who is too lazy to wake up
Or am I in the future or past of a blind time travelling buddy
It didn’t leave me, under the shower I was thinking,
It was haunting, the same question “Who am I?”
Don’t know if I am the negative of myself in a parallel universe
Or a giant to those ants and bugs or a phantom to all these flowers and trees
I was purposelessly engaged, I asked the question to my 2 year old kid,
I know it sounds stupid but I was just curious, “Who am I?”
An alien to some other earth or a lump of flesh and blood created by some alien called God
Or may be a god in the hell or heaven of a different world
At 11 AM in my office,enough of the mess,trying to concentrate on my work
Some one called me by my name, Arrgghh!!! the brain worm woke up poking me “Who are you?”
Are you a speck of dust crawling helplessly on a small planet just to survive
Or a heap of chemicals put together in a cunning way to live
Staring at my own reflection, in the mirror, looking deep into its eyes
Frustrated with the quest, yet I asked the same question “Who are you?”
Are you the love in a hug, pain behind the tears or the joy to crack a smile
Are you the sound for the deaf or voice of the dumb
May be an atom, a failed experiment or a bag of emotions and thoughts or the universe
Perhaps, all of these at once?