Am I Missing Myself? Poem by Bashyam Narayanan

Am I missing myself?
A question flashes at times in my mind
Puts me in some kind of self pity
Have I missed myself really?
Probably, I am not able to relate myself
To a number of things happening around me
Those have potential impact on me
In the right sense or otherwise
Am I getting into a mood of let go?
Am I realizing that I have no control over things?
Am I understanding things better now than ever before?
Probably I derive strength
In dissociating myself from outside
And thus try to remain calm
Guarded against storms outside
Staying relevant really means
To stay in the middle in some context or other
Offer a role in the game
Follow rules of the game
And make a contribution in the outcome
No one will invite you to do that
As you advance in age and experience
Fearing a inflexibility in you
Bend yourself soften your stands
Lubricate your system norms
Mind not compromising
As you did not compromise much earlier
Cut across people
Do not try understanding them
None will ever be understood
Accept them as such for the time being
Join their waves
Enjoy their company
Nice it will be if you can contribute a bit
To their happiness
Get away from the question
Am I missing myself?