Sunday, May 29, 2011


Tell me your name?
how old are you?
where do you come from?
and what do you do?

With these the world draws boundaries around me
tying and binding me to a claustrophobic personality

They don't see..
thats not who i am.
Tis but a camouflage,
by the world, for the world.

Naresh to me, is just a sound
i have been reacting to, all my life.

They ask me my age..
but what date of birth can eternity have?

I never felt i ever belonged,
not to my town, nor my school,
not my home, nor my room
nor to the himalayas, neither the earth,
neither skies nor the heavens..
For how can these hold the consciousness that I am.

Limit me not to this holy country, nor to the male form,
neither to this vedic religion, pure as it is,
.. and then shall remain the only truth..

I am nothing.
I am everything.
I am you.
I am all,
like the one image reflecting in a 100 pieces of mirror
I am..

© Copyright 2011


  1. So beautifully expressed! SO true that one or many of these things always hold us back - it is a blessing if we can constantly live in this state of awareness in which this poem was written! Please keep writing!



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