A Lost Drop Poem by Ibrahim Hydarah

when they ask me who i am,
i say: i'm mare a drop..
maybe a dropp of light,
maybe of darkness..
or maybe both.

i'm a lost drop, looking
for its meaning,
its face, its being.
once in the extremeless maze
of the existence,
once in the pointless dot
of the flat sense.

but it stills lost
in the emptiness of qustion..

what a thorny way mine is! !
what a painful journey i'm on! ! !
what a reckless fate!
what a game!
what a curse
stuck to my just like my name!
and what an (I) am!
and what an (I) am!
and what an (I) am!

9/2008