Just a nought, a cipher, that’s all I am!

WHO (am I)?

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , , on Thursday, March 12, 2009

What end this road shall end to?
What life this moment shall live to?
Will ever I find out I am who?
Will then I be who I want to?

The air it seems took your side too.
              Breathe unclogged will I ever be able to ?
Deter from me didn't all delight too.
              Then why can't I smile without you?

Choking me from inside, my cries,
              Unvoiced do they reach you?
Haunting me, all my fallen sighs
                            In cold wind do they caress you?

              My words, my thoughts, what-if-s, what-not-s,
              Unto you each utterance unspoken opts,
              Alive or dead, a wish road to tread,
              And for you to eons serenade.

Seeking with shut eyes my hands,
              Outstretched do they find you?
Murmurings mine, alone among friends
                            In sweet decay do they liven you?

Zest and vigour, doubts long outgrew.
              Part at all, did we really have to?
Walk a paved road, I never expected to.
              Sans destiny, journey, how I should?

What end and achievement , do I fight to?
Will glory outshine the pain I've been through?
Find time enough in this life will I to love you?
Or spend it seeking an answer to the WHO?


nan said... @ 12 March 2009 at 17:41

I guess I get this poem on the whole but I should accept that it was way above my head at certain places :P Dumb me ;)
And i guess something z troubling u

Sanket Rathod said... @ 12 March 2009 at 18:00

Yeah me too :P
I wanted to give it more time... but the longer it took.......... more and more I got lost!

I am in an odd dimension right now... but I'm glad you pass by now and then. :)

HitZ said... @ 12 March 2009 at 21:14

guess what? u can find out urself what u want to be. Its a complicated process to discover where did u start and where u r heading. The earlier u know the better u get used to ....

Sanket Rathod said... @ 12 March 2009 at 21:28

That's irony, isnn't it?
Something that starts with 'I', goet through a complicated process, feels like a discovery and still needs getting used to! hmmnnn....

Sunil said... @ 13 March 2009 at 13:29

Simply Great! Sanket.
I could relate myself to it.

Sanket Rathod said... @ 13 March 2009 at 17:19

Thanks! I'm really glad.

Usha Pisharody said... @ 14 March 2009 at 04:58

The questions you ask are well in place. The notions you express too.

So where does it all lead to? Awareness of non awareness:) And if you do reach that pinnacle, or depth :) you can be sure, you are not... but always have been.

Do pardon that philosophical hogwash, but sometimes it's like that when one yearns to find purpose and resonance.

I like the seeking quality of the poem, and some awesome word play that is here too!

Been a while since I visited, isn't it? Sorry :)

Sanket Rathod said... @ 14 March 2009 at 05:25

sigh! that makes me kinda conclude: life IS a journey. I should live it while and how I can. And a journey to nowhere but the horizon!

I'm really glad you stop by.

schuncher said... @ 15 March 2009 at 14:42

"I am not a person in your sense of the word, though I may appear a person to you. I am that infinite ocean of consciousness in which all happens. I am also beyond all existence and cognition, pure bliss of being. There is nothing I feel separate from, hence I am all. No thing is me, so I am nothing. Life will escape, the body will die, but it will not affect me in the least. Beyond space and time I am, uncaused, uncausing, yet the very matrix of existence."

"Leave it all behind you. Forget it. Go forth, unburdened with ideas and beliefs. Abandon all verbal structures, all relative truth, all tangible objectives."

"Nothing can trouble you but your own imagination."

Sanket Rathod said... @ 15 March 2009 at 17:29

Thanx Mr. schuncher! Very moving!

But if I do leave all that behind, where exactly is that "FORTH"? and my imagination is al I am.

So, if there is no "I", how can I answer the WHO?

schuncher said... @ 15 March 2009 at 18:48

"What remains is the Original, which is unconditioned, without attributes, and without identity: that on which this temporary state of the consciousness and the three states and the three gunas have come and gone. It is called Parabrahman, the Absolute."

"There are many persons who have a great attachment to their own individuality. They want first and foremost to remain as an individual and then search, for they are not prepared to lose that individuality. While retaining their identity, they want to find out what is the truth. But in this process, you must get rid of the identity itself. If you really find out what you are, you will see that you are not an individual, you are not a person, you are not a body. And people who cling to their body identity are not fit for this knowledge".

Sanket Rathod said... @ 16 March 2009 at 01:28

All that is acquired while being HERE and from HERE is limited to the boudaries of HERE. Be that any person, any knowledge, any state of mind or Liberation itself.

This life that is given to us IS the PROCESS! And not of getting rid of something but of SEEKING.

All concepts such acuiring or losing, existing or knowing, idividuality or even ORIGINALITY itself IS m-u-n-d-a-n-e.

To go BEYOND, you should be able to go beyond BEYOND.

Thanks for wisdom (bow).

rose said... @ 17 March 2009 at 17:44

"This life that is given to us IS the PROCESS"

:) ... It is good to get ourselves-edit!
See...what is unseeable...
Explore...what is unexploratory...
Expect...what is unexpected...

Sanket Rathod said... @ 18 March 2009 at 01:19

":) ... It is good to get ourselves-edit!" <----- ???

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ci•pher (also cy•pher) /ˈsī-fər/ noun
1 a secret way of writing, especially one in which a set of letters or symbols is used to represent others 
2 a code: a message in cipher 
3 (formal, disapproving) a person or thing of no importance. 
4 (BrE) the first letters of sb’s name combined in a design and used to mark things.
— Middle English cifre, from Old French, from Medieval Latin cifra, from Arabic ṣifr, from ṣafira, to be empty, translation of Sanskrit śūnyam.

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