see url -Mukesh Rawat
Lying on my bed
I closed my eyes
Took some deep breaths
And I was wondering…
What am I?
Who am I?
and more importantly…
Why am I?
Am I student?
Am I a friend?
Am I a son?
Am I something else?
If I am a student-
Should I always see the world with the frames you provide me?
Should I get trained to be a money spurring machine?
Should I vomit and never digest things?
Should I always be expected to rule the roost?
Should I not just be taught to learn from nature itself?
If I am a friend-
Should I always paste a smile on my face?
Should I embrace you for all your deeds,even when I know they are wrong?
Should I say -I will always be there for you, (when I know I can’t)?
Should I say forget me not (when I know you won’t)?
Should I just say in you I see “us”?
If I am a son-
Should I always expect you to lead me the path?
Should I always scrounge for a shelter in you?
Should I always dream the dreams that you dreamt?
Should I always expect you to give me some more?
Should I just feel and say, you and me are intertwined … and act accordingly?
Why am I?
Am I here to fight for a loaf of bread?
Am I here to dictate terms to others?
Am I here to build my own fortresses?
Am I here to see and feel the pain around?
Am I here to run a zombie race?
Am I here to love and be loved?
Am I here to explore and be explored?
Am I here to know and not be known?
Am I here to embrace and be embraced?
Am I here to breathe and not gasp?
Am I here to walk and not run?
I am not a student or a friend neither a son
I am just a lump of flesh and bones…!
These are the roles I often take
I am not them, they are me…!
The webs that they weave
I call it relations…
The feelings and attachments they spur up
I call it joy…at times sorrow!
How I wish I was a thought
Just a thought
That is all I want
That’s all I long for.
Because Men may die
Time may change
Leaves may shed off
Flowers may bloom
Thoughts are immortal
They never die
They only transcend !