Thursday, July 2, 2009

The Insignificance in Solitude

Staring at the plastered walls around me
I wonder how I got here.
From the very first day of this known life, I try to remember
Each choice I made, each decision.
Unaware of my power I went on, till I got to this.

Every thought brings with it a feeling,
Of happiness, pleasure, others of remorse and regret
Yet some power in me observes these objectively
It has no eyes, it feels nothing
It judges me not, just watches.
It sits there, uneffected, shining.

What are these thoughts, feelings and discomforts?
They donot bother me.
They pass, I remain a passerby, ever alert, yet uninvolved.
Ever independent, ever humble, I realizes its insignificance.

While I fade away, I remain.