Lost in thought..
I dissect each event..
I am the oil in the water..
Inside yet outside...
I go through the motions of life ..
The mind's impermeable bubble is my cocoon..
When will the butterfly break through?
I observe -I watch-I analyse..
I look ..I see ..I wish ..I dont..
Alas I am no Kabir's swan..
To feel is ..To die..
To think is ..To Live
Analyse this -The title of my Life's Story ..
A ( written some yrs back ..still holds good)