Yes and No...

No.
It is not me.
May be an illusion.
Or may be nothing,
But it is not me.

Yes.
I used to be,
Something, someone or somebody.
But I am not,
This one or anybody.

No.
I don't know.
Where i have left,
The old myself.
Or someone you know.

Yes.
I look alike,
The one you are looking for.
But I am not,
Any glimpse of the one.

No.
I won't try,
To find my self.
May be I just want to,
Be someone else.

Yes.
It will come to an end,
Perhaps one fine day.
But I don't know what will happen,
I will find me or loose again.

No.
I am not me anymore.
At least not the one,
I wanted to be.
A desire within.

Yes.
It happened.
Not the way I wanted to.
But I will keep changing,
Into someone I don't know now.

Yes..

Yes.

I am exactly what you think about me.

Yes.

I am that good guy you saw last time.

Yes.

I am that bad boy your mom warned you in all your childhood.

Yes.

I am that one caring soul.

Yes.

I am that careless idiot.

Yes.

I am exactly what you think about me.

Thats me...

I am like no one else: Crap.. God made no 2 person similar, He doesn't own a photo copy machine. Every one is unique and so am I.

I am very mysterious person. It's tough to understand me: Again crap... Of course I know who am I. And If I knew more than that or everything about me, then I would be a saint in some cave of himalaya and I am not there.

I do what I want to do. I love the way I am: Crap... I wish I could decide what I want to do, even for a day. I wish I could decide when I call it day. I know I can improve a lot and I will love to do that.

Ask my friends if you want to know about me: Holy crap... How they are supposed to know me? I am always good to them and they will never tell bad about me. Go and waste your time if you really want to do that.

Read testimonials if you want to know about me: No. Go and read traffic signals they will help you more than reading these.

I am very friendly and cant live without my friends.. Crap again... I am not honey dew. I am the best a human can be. And they can never be so friendly. I had different set of friends 10 years ago, another set 4 years ago, another 2 years ago. Today I am living happily without all of them.

I am very special. Crap... Only God is special. I am the guy who lives your next door... If a gal lives your next door... then may be guy next to her door.. but that is it.

Waiting to be born again...

Waiting to be born again... but that will require a meeting with death. Without that rebirth is not possible.

Will death be a pain? or that will be ultimate end of all pains? Somehow there is a feeling that it will be peaceful. A start of long silent journey. But something is there which makes everyone scared of death. What that can be?

Is that transition painful? The small meeting between death and life... But will that be more painful than life?

Time of changing moments called Life...

Time is changing with every moment and moments are also changing with time. These changing moments will last only some time and time of new moments will come.

In this changing time there are some moments which are still hanging there. Moments which refuses to change, refuses to die and that makes this change interesting. Thousands of moments later these moments are still alive among thousands new moments and thus creating a new sea of change. A change about which only time knows how much change it will bring.

Time will change and moment will change. Perhaps the change will also change, still there are some changes which are not change. They are moments that makes life worth living. A life full of moments, full of changes, full of changing moments. Some moments are full of life, other are full of changes.

Still there is a thing which is called time, which changes every moment but does not necessary change anything. It just keeps a watch on changing moments. Sometimes times resists change; all sorts of changes, good, bad and ugly. It keeps a dossier of moments and it hates when someone plays with its prize possession. But it loves to change moments it self. Perhaps when the right time of change comes.

But where do I fit in all this madness? I am the moment which were full of life, I am the change in changing moment. I am the time which resists change. I am the life which is nothing but change. I am the moments which will never die. I am all moments that never took place. I am the time which will come and change everything. I am the wish that wishes that time of changing moment will come. I am the hope that some moments will never timeout.

I am the moment... I am the change... I am the time... I am the wish... I am the hope... I am the life.

If we can...

Life is a journey and I am sure that I am not supposed to pass on this way again ever...

Lets share a walk if we can. Share our dreams till we have the same spark in corner of our eyes. Time will keep running at his pace. Lets ignore the time for sometime if we can.

I am not sure what path life is busy choosing for me but there will be some path that will make us depart. The pain of separation and joy of meeting will get mix again and again. Lets walk slow along our paths if we can.

Yesterday is gone, so tomorrow will. I will also pass through this part of journey very soon. Till the moment which we call "now" lasts in our hearts, lets share this moment if we can.

Tell me that you love me or hate me now when I am here, not when I am gone. Tell me how I can be a better companion in whatever part of journey we share and tell that to me now. Nothing was forever and nothing will be. Lets live this small part of life now if we can.

I am "me" only now. Lets enjoy these moments now if we can.

In search...

In search of a person called "Bhagwati".

I meet many characters with similar face every day. One of them is a good son, another is a brother, the one which wakes up early in morning to leave for office on time is just another employee.

The person sitting there silently is a good friend of some people, the one walking in hurry is a great enemy of some.

The one with a big smile is a good techie who speaks some weird language called java. I smell coffee from this name but he is always sleepy in office.

Perhaps all are me or none of them. Faces are same still they are different in the core. "Polymorphisms" someone shouted, i hate that guy.

There are many others but I am looking for some one else. The one who used to pass from here singing some unknown song. Or perhaps he was just one of these faces.

I am still looking...