I, Me and Myself
What should I do?
With this body, mind and heart you gifted me
With no instruction included.
I am fragile, soap bubble
Dream walking on a foggy one-way street
Hitting the wall in front of me again and again
I walk and walk because I see others walk
With destination undefined
Mission undisclosed
My body aches
Like the breast of a pregnant woman
To offer it to some one
Like a human sacrifice
In her altar
I wonder why I have it
And why should I keep it?
Only to take it to the grave?
My mind
A turbulent ocean
An underwater volcano of wishes
Wanting, hurting and enjoying
Like a goat munching a thorny branch
I run and cry and run
Like a wild stream in forest.
My heart, a bottomless barrel
A tiny, helpless newborn bird
Never ages, never rests
Never satiated with what I get
Never exhausted from giving and giving more
To all who wanted
And all who didn’t.
Am I an entangled net of body, mind and heart
A drifting red-hot balloon
A feather in the wing
Swept away every day
Some where?
May be one day
You will tell me
What to do with
This body, mind and heart you gave to me
((*.*))
June 11, 2000
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