the ring of the phone shattered the peace
reluctantly i answered ..
i heard the low voice
she had lost her husband to cancer
the churning started inside
why and how questions circled
answers were not there to soothe
as i watched the questions dance
a war was waged in mind by thoughts
my heart was trying to make me realize
the play of dark and light
continues till the last breath
the inside I is never disturbed
the only question remains
who is this I who is watching all the drama?
Is it the I, i call body? or the I, i call mind?
or the I, i call heart? Who is this I ???
no answer to this one
because the question is rising from the I !!!