Who am I?
Am I the pseudo-simplicity of an atom
The seemingly innocuous dots on a line
The rapturous curves of a mountain
Or frozen snow on a pine?
Am I the gurgling rivulet
Splashing by the sleeping valley
Or the mighty ocean
With moody tides that seldom tally?
Or am I a fiery little candle
That self-fulfilling prophecy of death
Am I the air, or am I oxygen
Bestowing life with every breath?
I am the water, I am the fire
The holy Ganges, the burning pyre
I am the leaves, I am the bark
I am the flowers made for the lark
I am music, eternity supreme
Taal, Raga, Sargam in my team
I am milk, I am honey
I am the joy gained without money
I am an illusion
I am contemplation
I am plenum
I am vaccum
I am You.
And You are the Universe.




And we are all one
Beautiful one, Akshaya
Why, thank you, Clyde!
very thoughtful
Thank you, dear! Your presence charges the positive side in me!
Dear Akshoo
The poet expresses his joy at the sight of nature,whereas the philosopher identifies himself with nature. I find both a poet and a philosopher in you.There is a tinge of religion too. Good attempt.
Write more and we will enjoy reading them.
Good luck!
Mama
Thank you very much, Ma!
Wonderful attempt on a deep subject.
Reminds me of a beautiful poeam by Mahakavi Bharathiyar..titled ‘Naan’.
http://www.tamilvu.org:8080/slet/l9100/l9100ur2.jsp?id=97
you may need to get tamil fonts for this. which you can find here.
http://www.tamilvu.org/coresite/html/cwfontins.htm
Thanks for the comment and link..
I need to learn to read Tamil in the first place!
Will get Ma to help me out on this…
Each morning I wake up with the same question; Who am I? This is how my days starts chasing for my own identity.