I could hear the thunder roaring-
I could see the darkening sky-
I realised the end was beckoning-
An end that was inevitable.
I stood in front of the shattered mirror-
I could not recognise myself,
Who was it?
It was surely not me!
Who am I?
Am I someone
Who wil always remain a loser?
Am I someone
Who will never be trustworthy?
The truth is-
I am no one.
I am just an uncivilised animal-
Not fit to be a part of you all.
I am a liar -
Who deserves to be a failure.
Why can't I be like others?
I try my best to be like them-
But I find myself alone-
To sulk in my own pain.
I am a lonely soul-
Who does not desrerve to have friends.
I am like a curse-
Who thrives on the pain of others.
Shame on me-
I do not deserve to be happy.
I know I am not fit to be a part of all-
But I cant change myself-
Hang me for my sins-
Let my death bring an end to this agony.
Oh! please tell me-
Who am I?
Am I just a disgraced soul?
Am I alive but dead.?
9 comments:
This poem has touched the very inner soul in me...After going through the poem, I really wonder whether I know myself or not...I think I should really examine myself.This time I really want to know "Who am I?"...
I think this is the kinda crisis that all of us face at many points of tym…
Probably its jus trough of the wave bfore self realization or a deeper understanding of oneselves….
All our lives we keep on struggling with ourselves only…outer identities or situations r just tangibles or simply manifestations…
"who am I"-probably d toughest question all of us hv 2 face n life.sometym we really cant recognize ourselves.we cant find out what we actually want or what do we care for.U hv made a clear & loud question through ur poem that is nt only valuable bt also required 2 prepare a selfanalysis 4 all of us.keep writing & keep going......
Gorilla...Mozilla..Sutirtha...Topper...blogger...phew
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I do rediscover myself every single day..nd do wat I should do....
An unanswered ques. . .'Who am i'. . .We r really no one!!!We fight 4 our identity and in da end we loose it!!!Da poem is really a tochin one. . .
u r sutirtha and i am sourav..
apart from that i'm not a poet...so spare me from commenting on the deeper aspect of the poem....good poem.....if i say it's fabulous and awe-inspiring and mind blowing and terribly insightful ...remind yourself that it is coming from a stupid bloke who doesn't know a thing about poems.....have no literary intellect......and i'm not at all trying to be humble here..i'm not that great to be humble......
The poem on its own says a lot....things that may perhaps compell anyone to be sympathetic towards this poor creature striving somehow...waiting for...death.Good indeed,different great touching honourable ...Yes i would agree wid it ...as a poem it is NUMBING,very touching ..but if the poet here describes his state of mind...i would say hes reached the height of pessimism.."I could hear the thunder roaring-
I could see the darkening sky-
I realised the end was beckoning-
An end that was inevitable"
WHY DO YOU CALL IT THE END?...IT MAY BE A NEW BEGINNIG,BEGINNING OF A DAY WE AGAIN GET TO SEE THE SUN SHINING ON US...AFTER THE RAINS...???
for the next para my friend you will obviously have problems in recognising yourself if you see your reflections in a shattered mirror...perhaps YOU SHOULD CHANGE it ...:)
WHO SAYS YOURE A LOSER??WHO SAYS YOURE UNWORTHY OF TRUST...WHY DONT YOU THINK THE OTHER WAY ROUND THOSE WHO CONSIDER YOU TO BE UNWORTHY OF TRUST...THEY ARE NOTHING BUT WORTHLESS COMPANIONS...NOT EVEN FRIENDS...WHO SAYS YOU GOT TO BE LIKE OTHERS??NONE BUT YOU YOURSELF,DONT EVEN TRY,THAT MAY BE A REASON YOU DONT RECOGNISE THE PERSON IN THE MIRROR..AS FAR AS PAIN IS CONCERNED ITS YOU WHO HAS TO BEAR YOUR PAIN..EVERYONE DOES THAT YOU ARE NO DIFFERENT...WHO SAYS YOURE LONELY??..LOOK AROUND YOU'LL FIND MANY FRIENDS JUST TAKE THE PAIN TO SEARCH FOR THEM....YOU POISON YOURSELF AND THERES NO POINT SULKING ABOUT IT...ONLY IF YOU SOCIALISE YOU SHOULD EXPECT OTHERS TO DO THE SAME....NOBODY BUT YOURSELF ARE THE TORTURER AND THE TORTURED...AT THE END OF IT ALL I WOULD SAY ITS YOUR LIFE, AND ITS REALLY SHORT...LIFE IT BEFORE YOU PERISH...
BY THE WAY poem ta kintu bhalo hoyeche i was just trying to act intellectual..:)
mate,i was going thru my pics of 1st yr,and i realised i just didnt look the same.i mean,the innocence and calm just isnt there on my face anymore...but i realised,my heart still is the same,tho a bit tougher now,but morally,still the same...and i know,urs is too...dont worry is something i wont say...spend 2 minutes introspecting urself,is i say u shud...ur alive and alive...
its probably the toughest thing to do.......that is to know himself...if someone can do that, then he would have won half the battle called life....but after goin thru ur composition i jst have the feeling that somewhere down the line,u have been hurt deeply....
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