What am I — a real reflection of myself
Or mirage image to fit in the worldly shelf?
I ask this question daily,
But I don't know whether I ever answer it truly.
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Naa jane duniya ko kyun wo alag-alag sa lagta hai,
Jab man ki aankhen kholun toh, kuch mere jaisa dikhta hai.
Rang alag aur roop alag, alag hamari bhasha hai,
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I Or Me?
What am I — a real reflection of myself
Or mirage image to fit in the worldly shelf?
I ask this question daily,
But I don't know whether I ever answer it truly.
Things sometimes get hazy,
I cannot look ahead.
Time stops for a while,
And I don't know what to expect ahead.
Life seems like a cobweb,
Spun by me and I myself am stuck.
Where to go and what to do,
Stuck in my own complex threads, I feel helpless.
Had I been always like this,
Or it's the fog I created recently.
It's the fog that's in front of my eyes,
Or am I going blind?
I don't know the answers,
Are these questions even valid, I am confused!
The point is not to have all answers,
Perhaps I am looking for right questions.
What is me & What is not me?
I don't know.
Sometimes I am you and you are me,
I don't know.