I sit here,in the office chair,watching the monitor...
pondering over this 'seemingly' direct quest of who am I...
how helpless I am,with no answer to share...
all I can offer,are some clues,cross my heart and hope to die...
one would have to trace the path of the woods behind my abode..
deep,dark,mysterious and blessed with silences to decode...
they know my morning thoughts,as good as the trees...
this very first clue would help one know,the real me...
the next clue would take one,all the way to the beach...
to the waves,the sand,the sun and the horizon out of reach...
the reflections and the streaks of surf to and fro...
know about my smiles and the raising of my brows...
finally,the last clue would take one to my home...
My parents ,my siblings and the loving bonds....
words won't be of much use there,silence treads slow..
the eyes would speak and reveal,all that one needs to know...
the birds I watched,as a child, up above in the sky...
the plants who heard me,and answered all my whys...
as my eyes would wander in the oblivion,to see the time fly...
I become all those,who stood by me...never letting my eyes cry...
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