Who Am I

Sitting at the window sill at midnight,

My thoughts wander to places unseen.

Pictures of me,

And who I am.

Looking at my messed up desk,

Pages inked with thoughts unsaid,

Quotes marked in worn out books,

Scribbled sheets and torn pages,

And I see that this is me.

My inked skin,

And reckless acts,

Scars from tripping over stones,

Marks telling stories untold,

And I see that this is me.

Pictures of friends, family and strangers,

Smiles spread in hanging pictures,

Acquaintances I wish I had known a bit more,

Memories of people from times very old,

And I see that this is me.

The 'to do' lists,

And uncompleted targets,

Achievements and rewards,

Amid the many conquests,

And I see that this is me.

And then those things I don't know,

My ignorance towards the universe,

And things I turn a blind eye to.

My lack of wisdom to understand,

The many intricacies of life.

And I see that this too

Builds up a part of me.

This is me!