written by: Mona Lisa
The “I” keeps changing its inner ambiance in reaction to outside situations.
A silent scream,
Seeking attention all the time.
Sometimes a voice too loud,
Begging to be heard.
Never gets tired of hearing its own chatter.
Will “I” ever be able to quieten?
Will “I” be ever still?
Somewhere deep within, the “I” knows,
This life is a just play of five elements,
And the maker of the universe looks for ecstatic performers irrespective of the role.
Still “I” wants to be in someone else’s role,
I do everything in pursuit of joy.
But the “I” is not joyful each moment.
Sometimes unaware and unconscious,
Bitter and twisting,
Repeats the same karmic cycles,
Like a spider entangled in its own web.
To the loud, unconscious, unaware “I”
I bid goodbye.
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