Spec of thoughts

Thoughts of spec

Who are you and who am I

I am looking up at this sky

Mesmerised and terrified at the same time

Who are you and who am I

The grand and the grandeur

mysterious is the meaning of life

The truth of what we see or the truth of the unknown, unseen by eyes

Who are you and who am I

It’s like looking in the mirror and finding yourself in disguise

The cosmos is vast and minutest is our identity

Still chest is filled with ego and no clarity

Still world revolves around the spec of a being in mind

Why don’t we question inspite

Who are you and who am I

Just a spec of stardust, time travelled through the light is who you are and who I am

Close the eyes, for the dust has to settle in the night.