I am No One

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The following verse (I hope it is a verse) came to me in my dreams one night. It repeatedly kept knocking on the door to my consciousness. I woke up and wrote it down on a piece of paper. Later I put it up in FB page and lot of my friends seem to like it. I do not claim even remotely to have any head for verse. This came from nowhere and would perhaps remain my only transgression into the poetic world. On hindsight I realize that visions like the accompanying picture often makes me feel the same, a sense of being absolutely nothing and no one. Enjoy...

I am no one

Just a shadow without form
A thought without mind
A journey without end
A tale without beginning

I am you
And everyone
And
I am the crowd
Yet
I am no one

I am the voice without words
I am also the face without shape
I am the book without plots
And
A tale without thoughts

You see me when I am not around
And
You hear me when I make no sound

I am you
I am me
I am everyone
Yet
I am what I am
And

I am no one

Comments

  1. SoulSpaceJanuary 5, 2010 at 3:15 PM

    Wow! Absolutely power packed words!!

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  2. Tickle My AmigdalaFebruary 1, 2010 at 10:14 PM

    Surely these are lyrics to a great song. An anthem for those of us who seek out the solace of remote niches on the planet. I've been humming it this morning pedaling to work.
    Cheers

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  3. AnonymousAugust 19, 2010 at 11:26 AM

    I am Me and Me is You. <3

    ps. love the shot.

    ReplyDelete

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