It seems so simple;
But confusions in me just mingle,
When there’s a change in the angle.
Is it the body or the soul?
Or both mixed all alone;
I think during the stroll,
I am the body or the soul.
The answer gives rise to the questions,
Blank pages full all again;
Me waiting for suggestions,
To give answers, to the rising questions.
The heart beats in me faster,
The loneliness haunts me quietly;
Could be there any disaster,
Oh! God, the time could pass faster;
Sometimes it pains for micro seconds,
And Iam alive for some more time;
It is me who just pretends;
Was it I or me, lets think for some more seconds.