Who Am I And Who Are You? Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Who Am I And Who Are You?

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My quest to find out who I am,
not succeeded as my thought,
always jammed at the junction,
of trivial matters of pitiful self,

Whether I am real or a dream,
Neither I am young nor old,
farther I travel nearer nothing arrives,
weaker not knowing the answer,

sometime I get out of this body,
to observe how it looks and works,
since the day I could remember,
until today I write these verses,

my being, as young as child,
longing for the loving words,
which I may nor hear to enjoy
as I have no ears and other senses,

my being as wise as the old,
not letting me to keep quiet,
stirring the storm out of the cup,
but I can't figure out in stateless,

the pots carried have the suns,
Billions of them at the same time,
One Sun reflects in every other pot,
queued here to get broken later or soon,

I am too worried to find out who I am,
why I am here and what is the purpose,
I am a seeker to find the truth of my birth,
but my consciousness is always awake,

for many births, leaving as the formless,
shapeless, desireless and other dimension,
which I can't comprehend and visualize,
the secret of birth and death screen will persist.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life,religion
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 27 September 2016

My quest to find out who I am, Whether I am real or a dream, I am a seeker to find the truth of my birth, which I can't comprehend and visualize.... / A philosophical poem dwelling upon the truth behind life, universe, berth and death and the queries about these phenomena. Thanks, VS.

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Edward Kofi Louis 27 September 2016

Sometime i get out of this body! ! But, we are all human beings. Nice work.

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 27 September 2016

This birth is to realize the reason of our existence on earth. That is how Hinduism is teaching us to look at our life...

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