Kalpurush

I've been feeling cold And I don't know how, But I can't get rid of it somehow.

I've changed houses my whole life. Big to small, Tall and all seemed temporary. They perished after we left Like our pasts never existed. Like I never existed.

I've watched you give away my toys one by one And unknowingly, the memories attached to them. I tried so hard to rip them apart, To make them two seperate things. But it seems I ain't the only one with attachment problems.

I wish I could say I heard their screams, Those objects, Aggressively shoved in brown carton boxes, But all they did was stare at me, Meekly. Like fish bone in a garbage bin And I let them go.

I've always let go, now I realise. One day I'll do the same with life too. Will you be there to give away my clothes? My soul? Will you be there to forget one memory after the other, like I never existed? Will you be there to witness the end? Or will I witness yours first?

Am I so damned that I shall never know my beginning But bear witness to the end of many? Am I so damned that I shall never see the end of many And bear witness to the creation of any that come my way?

Objects, We've dedicated ourselves to. Mere objects that we attach flesh to, That we assign lyrics to. Who are we fooling really, at the end? Ourselves? Or the countless past lives that never existed?