Who are you?

Nodding head in exasperation

Fire in belly

And fumes in ears

 

Walking on the forlorn street

A touch of zephyr

You compose the heat

 

Who are you?

 

The intelligence that wanders?

A form that breathes?

Thoughts in your head?

Or the eye that sees?

 

The lone light died abrupt

Abandoned you. Blinded.

Yet, the world you hear

Existence depended on the ear

 

Unaware of where

Bounded swiftly by strange silence

Severed from the world

Existence depended on limbs

 

Blinded, deafened and defeated

Fatigue, arduous to gauge

Worn-out limbs give away

Existence depended on something strange

 

In the cosmic expanse of universe

You and I are a speckle of dust

Yet, the Universe we are

Alas! Crafted of love and lust

 

Love for the material

Lust for the same

None fathom that their body don’t have a place

Let alone their name

 

A million times our name said

A hundred times God summons to say his’

‘Speak of me under your breath’

We, a thousand times forget this

 

Being human.

On clothes, it only lingers

Clichéd.

 ‘Being Humble’ differs only by three letters

 

Born as little bodies, the same;

Churning out thoughts and memories

Energies beyond elucidation

Experiences beyond dreams

 

You and I wrangle by mere thoughts

That sashay and glide

Countless encounters adding them up

And them making up the mind

 

Who you are is who I am

 Galaxies in your eyes, just as mine

 

Body, you see in front of you

Adorned.

Soul, nothing but a crumb of the universe

Of the same soul. Of God.