So here goes my first one... This poem was written way back in 2006.. Seems a long long time back... Of course, when I wrote it...thoughts just seemed to flow from my heart and mind while the ink was just playing a second fiddle to it... It'll remain one of my personal favorites... Hope you'll enjoy it too...
Am I a mystery?
Am I a fantasy?
Am I a philosophy?
Or Am I just a tragedy?
Am I a victory?
Am I a conquest?
Am I a tiara?
Or Am I just a failure?
Am I pure?
Am I sacred?
Am I satire?
Or Am I just desire?
Am I a tornado?
Am I a typhoon?
Am I a hurricane?
Or Am I just thin air?
Am I valor?
Am I success?
Am I passion?
Or Am I just misery?
Am I the depth of the deepest abyss?
Or Am I the seamless extent of the blackest universe?
Am I the trickle of tear of a mother at the sight of her new born?
Or Am I pain in her heart at the sight of her dead baby?
Am I the prayer offered to the mighty gods and goddesses?
Or Am I the curse of an angry sage?
Am I the chariot of the victor of victors?
Or Am I the deathbed of a coward warrior?
Am I kiss on the lips of a newly wedded bride?
Or Am I the relentless ache of separation?
Am I the brightness of a thousand million suns?
Or Am I the darkness in the womb of a woman?
Am I the innocence of a newly born calf?
Or Am I the tyranny of the cruelest dictator?
Am I the glory of a long found victory?
Or Am I the shame of a cowardly lost battle?
Am I the clarity of the purest water?
Or Am I the most puzzling maze?
Am I the trivial sand that makes magnificent palaces?
Or am I the log of wood that makes coffins for the gone?
Who am I?
What is my identity?
Some call me voyage..
Some call me ravage...
Some call me aspiration...
Some call me dejection...
Some call me right..
Some call me wrong...
I call myself LIFE
Deepa
I dared to dream, I dreamed to fly, I flew to see, I saw to believe, I believed to know, I knew to teach, I taught to live and I lived to dream...... Now, have I come a full circle??
