In the corridors of my mind I searched for who am I?
I combed through the myriad layers of my history,
I probed my deepest sensations,
I looked in the mosaic of my living and dead emotions.
The only thing I could find was
An “I” forever accompanying me.
Always invisible, almost always silent,
But always watching everything I do.
I don’t think he is my master,
He doesn’t seem to run my life,
But he is always there,
Watching, watching.
Once in a while he gets upset Over something I have done,
But an invisible barrier precludes our dialog.
When my journey is over,
Will he follow me in eternity?
Note: A poem by the same title was published on 1.31.2010.
It is poem number 78 in the Poems section of my website indicated below.
Suffern,
New York,
March 23, 2012
www.kaulscorner.com
maharaj.kaul@yahoo.com
I combed through the myriad layers of my history,
I probed my deepest sensations,
I looked in the mosaic of my living and dead emotions.
The only thing I could find was
An “I” forever accompanying me.
Always invisible, almost always silent,
But always watching everything I do.
I don’t think he is my master,
He doesn’t seem to run my life,
But he is always there,
Watching, watching.
Once in a while he gets upset Over something I have done,
But an invisible barrier precludes our dialog.
When my journey is over,
Will he follow me in eternity?
Note: A poem by the same title was published on 1.31.2010.
It is poem number 78 in the Poems section of my website indicated below.
Suffern,
New York,
March 23, 2012
www.kaulscorner.com
maharaj.kaul@yahoo.com
