In Search of Identity

Who am I…. ?

An acrobat….?

An acrobat in the ladder of life,

who falls and pants in the midway.

A merchant….?

A merchant of dreams….,

who trades his dreams for a penny….

….for a penny which earns nothing….,

but tears….

Or am I a prisoner?

A Prisoner of the past….,

who chains the self behind the bars….

…. behind the bars of darken thoughts.

A bird….?

A bird of passage…,

which flies across the skies

like a kite without a course.

A warrior…?

A warrior who fights with own shadow

….to conceal the scars of ego.

Or am I a myth….?

A myth which is untold…

….never realized and never happened.

Claps and clamours echoed in the air….

of those inherited lot….

who scorns and taunts at those

who live in search of identity.

I blossomed and I perished

In this barren land of bizarre….

Without knowing who I am.