I am He. I am He. I am He.
I am the juxtaposition
of solitude and bonhomie,
of fettered sailors and windless nights,
the ocean, the birds – their endless flights
and bondage and imbecile liberty.
I am you. I am you. I am you.
I am the distant horizon
of the green sea and the sky so blue.
The pearl white mist of musical rains,
smiles, tears, pleasures, pains –
I am all: the black lie and the very true.
I am me. I am me. I am me.
I appear ephemeral.
I was. I am. I always will be.
Like each dying moment spawns again,
I stretch, I coil; I indulge, refrain.
I am contrast. I am continuity.
I simply am. I am eternity.
*** This poem has been written in order to provide my view of the contrast between the self and its image. While this poem is in accordance with I am my father (in Christianity) or soaham ahamsah (in Hinduism), Image of the self is the picture I have of myself.
© Ritwik Banerjee
The Self by
Ritwik Banerjee is licensed under a
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