Who are you?
Is a difficult
One
How to define
That soul
Many times
That has
Returned
From where
do you come?
From the depth
Of consciousness
Of the primordial One
Where in the cosmic soup
We were all the same
One filled the cup
Another the firkin
Why do you dress up?
To my expectations
I want to live up
And face the world again
Despite
Past of broken trust.
So the questioning
Goes on
I phase out
Climbing back
To my cloud.
Travelling
a little further
From the mundane
That surrounds
Nalini
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We do not really know who we really are, from where we came and the reason for our coming. But, I think, the world is a laboratory created by God where he prods us towards unconditional love towards Him in a cycle of Births and deaths so that we can ultimately become a part of Him. A good metaphysical poem. Loved it.