The Endless Quest
Contemplation's on Identity, Purpose, and the Human Condition
Where am I, how am I, why am I not me,
Why am I not him, why is he not like me,
Why am I a woman, not a man,
Why a man is not a woman,
Why a difference between the two,
So many thoughts appear in my mind,
Why am I thinking this way,
What is the reason?
Should I blame this wonder...
On seeking identity?
On societal norms?
On an inquisitive mind?
A search for purpose?
Other curiosities?
Answer identity.
In the meantime,
I ponder in the quiet spaces
I keep questions close to heart
I engage with different views
For a shift
Or dive into my own soul
For introspection
I discuss with open minds
For understanding
Or even with the opposed
For challenge and growth.
I don't cease exploring
The thoughts that arise within
Turn them into reflections
Sometimes revelations
Sometimes perplexities
Sometimes clarity
Sometimes confusion
For that is
The endless quest
Of this thinker
All the time,
Everywhere.
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Sasi Kala
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress2 days ago in Poets
Comments (5)
Well-wrought, and bless you fellow wanderer! May your feet always fall where beauty and insight meet!
Nice writing.. good poem
Yeah Sasi, this is really happens in our lives. Glad you gave it a poetic look. So deep, love it.
This is beautiful Sasi, this is like all of us questioning our place in creation. I had to read it twice, it's so deep and thoughtful. Very lovely writing.
I've been overthinking a lot today and your poem resonate so deeply with me!