I, a stranger, even to my own self it seems…
As I sit in solitude and stare at my own reflection…
Details blur and blur even more, illegible and unfamiliar…
How did I ever come to deserve this affliction?...
I have traveled this road, so long and so far…
An accomplished traveler to many, yet unacquainted with my own destination…
Who am I, and what purpose do I serve?...
What were the significance and the consequence of my conception?
A son, a brother, a friend, or a lover? The creator or the creation?...
Playing the part in the theater of LIFE, engrossed and obsessed with utter perfection…
Mind, body and soul, intermingled into an indecipherable illusion…
This trinity, my golden cage, how can I break free from this triangulation?...
Agonizing search for the truth of it all, these days, my only companion…
Determined, and yet uncertain of the merit of my own dissertation…
When the observer is observed, and the perceiver perceived…
Which is existent, genuine and real? I, the MIRROR, or my own REFLECTION?!!!
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Are you impacted by Rumi at all? This one specifically sounds like his. He, along with Khayyam, invigorate subjectivity to the point that they make the reader confuse who is who! Like this one of yours as well! Keep up the good job!
ReplyDeleteDear Azadeh,
ReplyDeleteI actually am an admirer of both Khayam and Rumi. I cannot think of a higher compliment than you comparing me to these brilliant poets/philosophers.
Thank you.
Kami
Bravo for brilliant thought, and interpretation. I need more time to comprehend and perceive. In any case as Azadeh joon said there is reflection of Rumi’s philosophy or thought.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful and powerful poem
Thank you Azin aziz.
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