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Friday, July 9, 2010

Oh, Why Do I?

A mind that stops questioning is a stagnant mind where no stones roll; where slime settles on thoughts that fixes human action; where to act otherwise would raise questions that have themselves gathered moss.












Why do I question, Oh, why?
Is it me? Or is it the answer?

Why do I have a question
For every thought that strikes?

Is it me that hears a question
In the echo of an answer?

An answer that is a question
To which every answer
Another question?

Why can’t it be simple
The answer to any question?

Or is it that the answer
Is an answer that questions
The very reason of being?

Questions and answers
Both chase tails in vain

Caught in the whirlwind
I ride the merry-go-round

Jubilant and quizzical
Questions on my tongue.

Why do I question, Oh, why?
Is it me? Or is it the answer?



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4 COMMENTS:

Hari said...

Good post. Why are some people leaders and some followers?

The Analyst said...

how do you come up with poems like these, quite a skill, btw you have a little something over at my blog

Ana_treek said...

Its you and me, Never the answer, because as you said, the answer is another question ;)

Rajendra Raikwar said...

hmm , nice one ..