When I am Understanding Myself

My eyes are shut,
your lips are sealed. Our nemesis is
same. You are formless. I try to touch you.

Being monotheist I
want to disappear to become footprints
of unbroken faith. Universal eyes?

There were few minds
to follow me. There was a question
creating turmoil. Why life ends?

Understanding oneself is a tough job. It is like touching a formless one.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003