The Stranger deep Inside

Beyond the conscious world,
With all its superficial make-beliefs,
And phony stories,
Constructed with the
Mediocre and in-efficient world of Language,
Meets my identity with the Stranger within!

Know I very well my identity,
Its name, status, possessions, successes and failures!
But have known I never - that Stranger,
Lost in the darkness of the inner crevices of my self!

With its own strange idiosyncrasies,
The Maverick stranger,
Sings his own song,
Walking on his own drums,
Absolutely irreverent of my conscious self – my Identity!

Known I have never,
Although tried a million times!
Anything more about the Stranger within,
More than his song,
The same song, the same tune!
With an intangible pain, and in-comprehendible fervency!

Does not he get bored of the same way of himself?
Sublime and lost forever,
In deep trance in his own tune,
Music from his soul!

Like a defiant brat,
Continues he, his mindless ways,
Irreverent of the world and its ways!
You Stranger deep inside,
Listen to me, or die!!

Gives he no heed to my call.
Continues he on his solo journey,
The walk by the river Nile!
Deeply lost in his solitude,
And his song!

The Stranger deep inside me,
Never have I understood him,
What he dreams, what he desires!
For keeps he strolling with stoic indifference,
To the ways of the world!

When I write my poems,
That Stranger deep inside
Looks at me, Says he none,
Just flows into the words,
Beautifully crafted with the ink on the paper!

Not aware who is he,
Sad he is or joyous,
Never has he spoken to me.
That every ecstatic wanderer
The Stranger deep inside!

______________________________________________
Copy Right © All rights reserved - Samrat Kar