Met and....

Met and....

Long way back,

I beheld the splendour on the track,

Where your footsteps mark

Rested in my memory like Noah’s Ark.

Untold, contained there that time,

Felt but rarely could mime.

You are uniquely unique,

                   Matchlessly endearing;

You are gorgeously heavenly,

                   Magnificently forbearing;

You are incomparably direct,

                   Supremely erect.

                                      Right you are!

Poets will write for you,

Singers will sing;

Fairies will beautify you,

Angels will ring.

Do I Really Know Me?

Do I Really Know Me?

I really don’t know me,

You may think;

What kind of question can it be?

I’m very near to me,

Still I am mysterious completely!

I touch, I feel,

I live with zeal,

But the question is—

Who can I be?

Why am I here, who sent me?

What is my purpose?

My existence, how long will it be?

Who can help me?

The answers to the questions I need;

Am I right?

Are right my deeds?

I am living my life,

Without knowing me;

What kind of living,

You consider it be?

Do all others really know,

What I don’t know?

Or, I am the only one,

Who live only to chow?

I want to find the purpose of my life,

If you get,

Please show,

Or tell me really,

How should I know?

I want to know myself,

You should know thyself,

You say yourself,

I say myself,

Do we really have selves?