Poem

I and My Life

I kept flowing
and life went on living itself.
 

I and my life,
why and how is this gap?
 

What was there in me,
that I was?
 

My desires, perceptions,
my sensitivity, my thoughts
or my body?
 

Whether I was all together,
or either of these?

On the other hand,
when I look at my life,
it was different from all these.
 

I had some desires,
but lived something else;
thoughts were different,
and life was different.

Freedom was my ultimate ideal,
but, compromises were reality of life.
 

Even my own body was
a stranger to me.

Though, there is one more paradox
among all these-
What is this ‘I’ and ‘my’?

As much I think of all these,
I get entangled more and more.

Even if I get the truth of my inner being,
then these thoughts, feelings, desires,
even my body,
all conflicts and doubts vanish,
but, this truth is momentary now.

Though I can see rays coming from the Sun,
but I am still to get merged in that Vast Sun.