Ratiocinator

Why the world isn't mine at heart?
When it’s gonna end, when did it start?
How shall I know, what all is hidden in that?
What I think finally isn’t what I want!
Who had felt the first beat of my heart?
Who had let me here for the naked jaunt?
Why did all I do one day end up in naught?
Where the Reality there isn't my thought!

I think of life before and after my life
"There I'm unseen", is beyond my belief
Here, there, everywhere, having complete relief
Strewed soma, dead mind, an unidentifiable self

To create me, to relieve me, Nature has the power
Blood, brain, heart… what else can make me survivor?

I think like sun, I think like stone… I am the one in everyone.