The Self

I know what I die for

I am hopeful of what I die for

I know what I am alive for

I am thankful to what I am alive for

I know what I yearn for

I am hopeful of what I yearn for

I know what I thrive for

I am thankful to what I thrive for

I know what I fear for

I am hopeful of what I fear for

I know what I am passionate for

I am thankful to what I am passionate for

But I realise,

I am nothing to this world

I know nothing

Other than that I am nothing

What am I to you all?

More than a stranger… an acquaintance?

Merely something… proximal to nothing?

A forgetful episode, which nobody noticed

I realise

I am nothing in the present

Merely something of the past

Non-entity in the future

I am the poet

The sinner,

The ardent lover

Whose words remain unheard

Yelped quietly

Died unnoticed

Never reborn

I am the poet

The mad,

The raving

Who jotted down the feelings,

Desires and the notions

Not for the known or unknown  

But for the bruised self

I am the poet

The joyful

The aching,

With sorrowful eyes

Who never slept peacefully

And awake in the infinite hours

Waiting for the anonymous 

I am the poet

The silent,

The desperate 

Embracing elapsed moments

Whose silent weep are the loudest cry

And memories, the precious belonging

Love, the triumph ever

                                I am the poet                                

The forsaken,

The lonely soul

Aloof to the belated apologies

Betrayed by the callous 

Ignored by the loved ones

And waiting for the lost harmonies

I am the poet

The loser,

The champion

The toy of the destiny

The unwanted, the forgotten soul,

Wandering, in search of the secrets

Quest for the lost paragons 

I am the poet

The real,

The genuine

Neither judged

Nor disregarded any

Wish to be loved passionately   

And be unique in my own way

I am the poet

The creator

The dreamer,

With novel impressions

Pall-bearer of rare emotions

Waiting for the miracle

To bring back the lost ecstasies

I am the poet

The curious,

The zealous

With strange yens

To explore the uncertainties,

The certainties in the world   

And the truth beyond my existence