THE 'I'

Sometimes in you,
Sometimes in us,
A part of we,
And strangely at times he.

Us in the heart,
We in the mind.
All of these everywhere...
But ...here , there ...where is I?

The sky,the water, the twilight
Is an incomplete I...
Its only the eye.

Colours on paper,brushes in hand
Identity wise non-identical ; only moods.
Is shadow the I?
No ,but a blackened reflection,
Searching directions...

Then, a running fast light
Rolling on four hosts
Emerging,wanting to strike...
The you,the we,the us...standing right ahead
And then I drifts the you,the we,the us away.
YOU WE and US are all haloed by I

That instinct was I
And for all of you's , we's , us's
No name no form no voice
The same instinct is I.