What am I to say
What am I to do
Whether I am to stay
Or must I go
Is it up to me
Or is it up to you
I guess,
Nothing is up to anyone
It happens when it happens,
Till then behind the curtains
We must arrange our things
When the time comes
When the curtain opens
All will be exposed
And judged
By hundreds of gods
Sitting quietly in the dark
Watching like a hawk
The gods decide
Who was good and did well
Who was good but did not do well
Who was bad yet did well…
I was a just a point
A dot
In a state of singularity
I had no face, no body
No heart or brain
No identity or name
But that was real ‘me’
Entirely me
It was blissful being that dot…
Now there are trillions of dots inside me
In my body, in my brain
All these dots interact with each other
And with other dots in the universe
Getting entangled
They fight and cry
Love, hate, even rejoice
Sometimes outside dots order my dots around
In another moment my dots want to run the world
Want to own the world…
I miss that early state
That one dot was much more sacred
Than all these trillions put together
My originality is lost due to multiplicity
I wish to return to my original state
Non-existent existence
