
What is it?
Who am I?
A piece of glittering diamond
Or a wretched impure
Where am I?
Where is it?
In the arms secure
Or in a stifling trap
Why is that?
Why am I?
Alive sometime
Asleep sometimes
When did it happen?
When did I exist?
I am here
Where else would I be
What’s in store for me?
What did I ever have?
Out there, is empty
In here, it’s me
The journey within.. seeking the answers ✨✨
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Yes. So many questions 😊
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For which we’ll never get an answer!!!
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True Anjana. Maybe the answers are within and we look elsewhere
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Thanks to each like and comment. These are catalysts for many more musings and writings
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