Sometimes in this vast existence 

The blinking self within assures me 

That we’re not just humans as we know 

Who takes birth and dies 

Leaving all the lessons —  

Of love & wisdom learnt dead. 

And wondering through that darkness 

Looking for the answers — the truth 

I reach a corner where none of me exists 

But still something remains. 

Perhaps like the existence just after death 

Like air within a dead body. 

It’s difficult to understand with the mind shut down 

But there comes a terrifying emptiness 

As if there must be something 

As there is space to serve, to float in 

Like in a dark corridor 

It assures the presence of something 

Something Unknown. 

And as I come back to my brain 

I wonder, that even if such a place exists 

How am I supposed to find my way? 

How would I live then? 

How would I know who I am there? 

But then I remember the phase 

That I do not remember — my birth.

Unknown to my own existence, I survived 

Unknown of the rules of the world 

Something taught my eyes 

To see the light 

To breathe, to play with the gravity 

To listen and make meaning out of life. 

Perhaps that unknown will guide again 

When the strange silence would come 

When the rules will change 

And perhaps, the same unknown 

Will hold my hand, guiding me 

From the darkness to light.