A Machine: I Am!!

My life is a set of patterns,
A machine it is
The stomach growls 
asking - ‘It’s time to supply fuel’
And here, comes food
The body yawns 
And it lies down and farts
Alarm bell rings
And work reminds me
of the deadline and yelling boss
Mundane work, with no bigger purpose
Still, i run and run in the race
Spending my morning and evening time
in traffic and rage.

Now, I am all exhausted
Hunger is no more
I fall on the bed and sleep
Eat, Work & Sleep
That is the pattern, i live
A machine I am
A false life is all I have

Huh!! Look here, look closely

Even a machine has so much sense of self

‘I’ is constantly sitting at the centre 

And the controller of this life game

Afraid, insecure- ‘I’ am

Constantly running behind security

And collecting whatever this ‘I’ can

Building homes, hoarding money, 

yearning for name and fame

Sometimes, its a wonder,

Is this what life all about?

Hold on, Hold on

A question is raised,

But a machine never questions

How did this happen?

The animal evolved from the jungle

Is now pondering and questioning,

Questioning the patterns and its fear

Insecurities and attachments that has 

Deeper and deeper connections

Hmm…

Questions and curiosity

Is that what sages call the first step to one’s destiny?

Now, it clicks me

How curiosity been a fuel back in old days

That got lost while growing up in constant fear and chains.

Fear and insecurities- 

‘I’-  in a quite old companionship with them

‘I’-  a king in bondage in their homes

The funny thing is

Fear and insecurities won’t go

It is ‘I’ that has to go!!

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