WHAT AM I

I have been asking this,

Since a long time

I can’t remember when

It seems ages when I started wondering

Who am I

Time flies by

But I don’t feel a thing

Years have been reduced to

Mere rotations of Earth around the Sun

I feel ageless

I feel strong

I feel I can do

anything I wish to

Am I losing my mind?

Or

Have I finally understood

How this universe works?

Fate is laughing at me

As I write these lines

But fate has spoken only in irony

Irony extends itself when

I read other men far better than

I can read myself

What is this curse?

Or

Is it a boon?

What is this gnawing feeling

That urges me to move

To achieve things that

Mere mortals can’t

I don’t despair anymore,

I am at peace

I can just feel a soothing tremor

Sages say, time tells everything

But what happens

When you stop feeling

The flow of time

I don’t feel old

Neither do I feel young

I find darkness and light

Coexisting inside me

Everyday feels like a beginning

Yet when I look back

I find ages have passed

Why do I feel

That I have to live

Even if everything else

In this world has been destroyed

Why do I feel

I have to live

Even if only

The emptiness remains