Am I Writing Life As A Poem? Poem by Pratyush Mishra

Am I writing life as a poem?
Or is life writing me as a poem?
I don’t know.

You ask me old poet
What sort of poems I write?
I don’t know.

You ask me what is your name?
Pratyush Mishra the poet?
For layer after layer…as I pervade
All I can say there is definitely no Mishra
And I am doubtful about Pratyush
These are mere personalities
Ah! But there is a poet
Spread on my mind
Like a spider’s web
Beyond that there’s only -“I AM”
You ask me my name…I must say
I don’t know?

I can see your vexation
On your old wrinkled face
How you love not to let go of
All your past experiences
How you have that innocent curiosity
All squeezed out of yourself!
Your mind is full of trash
Your perception cold and harsh.
Bound by rules of this and that
You want the world to follow you
And to be very… very exact!


The only way
To truth my friend
Is only to say “I don’t know? ”
Till the very end!

Am I writing life as a poem?
Or is life writing me as a poem?
I don’t know.


May 15,2010