Me Who?

Knock-knock!

Who’s there?

Me.

Me who?

“Don’t know”.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

Who do you think is the smartest of all?

Look into those eyes,

Right into those melancholy black balls,

And what you see is your very own self.

That is the irony of what we call life

Because what you see is merely an image,

A tragic illusion.

Our eyes are the window,

Our ego a curtain drawn safely across;

The mind well-hidden

From the daylight of reality.

At night we dream,

To be carried along by the flow of thought.

Like a spectator we stand

And watch the game, emotionless, serene.

The match never stops,

Merely players change.

Another illusion,

As one of them is you!

Both a spectator and a player,

A contradiction, but not really so.

Our mind was well-hidden,

That’s what we thought.

Damn! The devil’s been playing all along.

Trrrrrringggg! Good morning!

The slate’s wiped clean,

Memories all erased.

We start all over again,

Just another day.

But that’s not all.

Arjun shot the eye

But it wasn’t what he actually saw.

He looked into the water;

It was an image,

Just another illusion.

But he saw right through

To the heart of the matter.

He aimed well

And saw nothing else.

But that was Arjun;

Now who am I?

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

Who do you think can see through all?

Dream-dream, come once everyday,

I wish to see my mind at play.

Knock-knock!

Who’s there?

Me.

Me who?

Still “don’t know”.

Damn!