Who I am

                                             

Should I write about me?

Because of you cannot see

I will try to tell who I am

But surely I am not among them

I don’t why I am here

So I search myself here and there

I am dust stricken old book

Or unused rusted  iron hook

I am grief sucked black hole

From which I run away pole to pole 

I am water soaked muddy swamp

Or the bling-bling bright fashion ramp

My friend says, I am very cynic

When I talk they get really panic

I live in your emotions

I am mood swing ,too and fro motion

Two fishes swim against each other

I could not find my way ,its always blur

I waits for starry nights watching at the sky

Its just blue ,makes my eyes wet ,don’t know why

I am the scars you have and hide

I  kiss on it and feel pride

I m a impatience, desperate move one make

Across the city ,in the shallow of blue lake

As I know its not enough to tell

I could not say that I was not well

Most of the time  I sleep and sleep

But I have to wake up, time always sweep

How can I tell even I don’t know who I am

Seeking myself put me in utter bedlam

I will search myself  because I want to tell you

Not only because of you , even I want it too.